I have to say...these accommodations have improved since the last time I was in prison. No locks on the door. No magnetized boots. Not very secure, but... [A chuckle.] who am I to judge?

And there is...this. Which I assume is some sort of communication with the rest of this place. Why you would want to have more contact with fellow inmates is beyond me, but...this must be a "progressive prison."

I assume that there's no forced nature channel watching, is there? I can only handle that shit in small doses.

It's not enough that we have to die in order to get here? Do we really have to suffer it again? 

Well, that was certainly an interesting experience. What next? Honestly...what next?

( Private to Arthur )

[He turns it on just as he pulls something out of his mouth. Getting away with being high for so long has given him a false sense of security, but he's still paranoid enough to try and keep it off screen...for the moment.]

Are we all finished being mopey about this port?

Just in case....this is for you.

[He leans down and something rustles. Suddenly this begins to play quite loudly. Pollux leans back in his chair, conducting with his hands.]

Enjoy it! It seemed to fit the mood.

ARTHUR! Did you enjoy your time? [Yeah...that was a giggle.]

What are the talks of floods and ports and...such?  A port is something to be desired? But a flood? Who wants a flood? And why?

[Private to Abigail]

Those books in the library...what subjects do they cover? 

[Private to Arthur]

I need cigarettes. These pills aren't doing it anymore.

[Filtered to Inmates- added later]

What kind of place is this? People being attacked? Where are you during this, Wardens? This place is sounding more and more dangerous.

What other lies have they told us? 

This place reminds me of something Dietrich would have thrown together. Or Sasha. The decoration has their stench all over it.

Maybe they are dead, too. One can only hope.

[A bit of a pause.]

What is this place? If this is Hell, I think the men at the church were greatly mistaken. Where is the hellfire and brimstone? It would add something nice.

I hope you have my pills here...

[[ooc: So, his paranoid brain totally thinks that this is some kind of trick and doesn't want to seem like he's fazed by it. He's just playing around with what was given to him, trying to figure it all out.]]