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[John is sitting on the bed in his cabin - a very white, featureless hotel room - with a bottle of liquor in his hand. It's nearly empty. He has a nearly-healed split lip and some bruising on his face that's all around a week old.]

So how's a man meant to get a warden around here, eh? Not even a temporary bit of hand-holding? Tch.

[He takes a slug from the bottle.]

Flood was a hell of a thing. Still, anybody wants a better reason to be kept up all night? [He smiles brightly.] Need only ask. Find us a phone that works and I'll get you excellent references from at least five star systems.

( Open Spam )