I hate it when you call me "Bro..."

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.

Who moved it? Who touched it? It was right there! I...What is going on?

[A long, slow, intake of breath.]

Someone has been in my room. ARTHUR...who has done it? Who has been there? What have you done? What kind of warden are you? Aren't you supposed to stop this kind of stuff?

[Another pause before the sound of a crash.]

[Private to Paddy]

I tried...

[ooc: No, nothing's been taken. Pollux just thinks it is and is having a minor paranoid flip out because he's stressed out, and hasn't been taking his medications.]]

[Pollux appears on the screen, leaning forward  to pick up her glasses from the table and places them on her nose. It was obvious that she had overslept, as she was in a general state of disarray.  This is no different than when she was a male.]

My first taste of the actual magic here on the Barge has been a rather...enlightening one.

[Almost as an afterthought, she leans back and begins to hum a song. It is a somewhat meloncholy melody.]

Has anyone seen Paddy? I haven't heard from him in a few days. His warden said that he was missing, but...well, she didn't seem too worried. Are disappearances common here?

And where do they go?

[[ooc: Yeah, I had another pb for his girly self, but I used it only once or twice and the picture was obscure anyway...and then I remembered...oman! Tiny Fey. So...have some Tiny Fey.]]
 

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.]]