think of all the things we put him through

[Private to Jerome]


I'm not sure how much of it you managed to read the evening last but it appears that someone has all the answers we wish to keep hidden. Not only are our names on obvious display but Sabetha is known as well. At the immediate moment, the former worries me more than the latter but the gods and apparently everyone in existence know that I cannot stop thinking about her for very long but I believe that we can manage to control the damage with a bit of creative truth telling.

What think you? Perhaps we should talk in a more secure private place - if such a one can be found in this godsdamned cage.

[/Private]

( Private )


Oh, surprises upon surprises this place seems to hold for us all - though I suppose this means that a short walk in the snow has become necessary.

With all due respect, this humblest of the humble would like to request that the management kindly stick whatever is making that gods-awful noise up its ass sideways give its noisemaker a rest for a few hours. Should this prove impossible, then I would be only too glad to offer a few dozen options for what can be done - provided there isn't a fire or a plague scare.

As sleep is out of the question, that seems to leave no choice but to go have a look at those glass walls surrounding this place and see if Elderglass really can exist in this time and place even if it did lose its shine. Perhaps a stop at the thrift shop first, though...

[Private]
Assets: bottles of rum, vast intellect and cunning
Liabilities: no Jean, no sleeve steel, no solari, no tools, no base, everything familiar long gone, still dying, some unknown entity throwing mangled bodies around...and whatever that noise was just now
[/Private]


I know that I haven't fallen deep enough into the bottles yet to be hallucinating - and I'm willing to guess that noise isn't native to this place...

Going to investigate would truly be foolhardy and who was ever more foolhardy than a dying Gentleman Bastard?

[Private] Crooked Warden, if you ever held any love for this idiot thief, please don't let whatever is throwing dead bodies about to get to Jean before I do. Your will and all of that. [/Private]


I understand that I'm perhaps too new here to have much a grasp on the flow of things, but if someone could tell me where the body was left, then I may be able to say a few words to help her along her way.

( To us - richer and cleverer than anyone else! )