spam } open

[Cassel starts the new year off hungover. He rises late after karaoke, but he does rise, his limbs feeling heavy and leaden as he heads to the gym.]

[It's weird; he's got the craziest feeling that time is pressing down on him, that if he doesn't start off this year right he'll be letting everybody down. That everyone he passes is looking at him, too. Paranoia left over from seeing his family, probably, but it feels real. He smiles at everyone who comes in as he's cleaning and tidying, doing the work he didn't do over the past few days, but he feels hemmed in, overwhelmed, pushed against by anything and everything.]

[Those who know him well might notice he's frowning more and smiling wider when he smiles at all. His masks aren't as good as they should be. He complains loudly and with good cheer about the food at lunch in the dining hall, sits down with near-strangers, touches the people he loves on the back as he passes their tables.]

private } chris

Hey, so. What the hell is Mickey's deal anyway?

private } wichita

You and me, we've got a date. You ready?

filter } inmates

Yo, so anybody who uses the gym on a regular basis might have noticed it's kind of trashed at the moment. That's my bad, I'm sorry about it. I haven't figured out how to clone myself, so for the time being it's just me working in there.

I need a magician's assistant. Anybody interested? Perks include me liking you, your theoretical warden getting off your ass a little bit, not being bored to death, and karma points.


( ooc; cassel is still emotion-worked! as detailed in these posts. pp for more details if desired! )

Okay, everybody, I realize we're all busy, busy people with busy, busy prison lives, but there's something important that needs addressing, and that is: I need my beauty sleep.

Which means I can't keep working double shifts in the gym.

Which means one or two of you assholes should come help me out.

Bored inmates get priority over bored wardens, prerequisites include being able to Windex stuff, and if you try to stab me in the back I'll turn you into a fish.

public } away from harvey dent

So, after that surprisingly non-traumatic port, I have a non-philosophical question for all of you. I know this is rare, but hold your thanks until the end. It's actually not that interesting.

Book recommendations? I've got something like a month until that school thing starts, and I'm running out of ideas. First smartass to recommend Eat Pray Love gets some important item stolen off their person.

Also, James Bond is a terrible sailor. You heard it here first.

private } poison ivy

I want to know why you did what you did.

I know that it might not be my business, or that you might have some reason for doing it that won't make sense to me, but it's driving me nuts and I would just - really like to know. If that's okay.

And thanks, is the other thing.

private } zane

I fixed up the room. Can you come out yet?

spam } marsh

[Cassel makes his way to Marsh's room early in the morning with a covered birdcage, careful to carry it evenly and not jostle. He's toyed with the idea of just leaving it outside Marsh's room or breaking in, but ultimately has decided that if he does that the confusion factor might get too high.]

[Instead he knocks and waits ever-so-patiently for the door to be answered. At least for five to ten seconds, after which he sighs and lounges against the doorframe.]

private/voice } lark; 8/1

So a little bird told me you wanted to talk.