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.

[It's like God woke up this morning and decided to give Cassel a present. A really dangerous present that's closer to a grenade than a puppy, he thinks when he finds a cabin on the seventh level open just a crack and - of all people - Loki inside.]

[He's very tempted to do something stupid. Just like Loki made him do, last time. Instead, he restrains himself and just snags the helmet, then retreats to his room to think. It's an hour or more before he posts anything, and another half hour after that before he posts publicly.]

private/voice } chris

Hey.

I have to tell you something, but you have to promise to lie low for a couple days. And don't freak out.

filter/voice } away from loki

Heads up. Loki's back. Level seven, first cabin. He's unconscious for now, but, uh. You know. Forewarned is whatever.

private/video } loki

[And . . . here's the gloating. Just a little. The helmet's dangling off one finger, and Cassel's regarding the camera evenly.]

I think maybe I found something of yours.

Welcome back.



( ooc; and now it is illustrated. )