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Londo Mollari ([personal profile] proudambassador) wrote2010-10-13 10:16 pm

Seven purple files

I do not suppose there are any beds that are not hard as a rock down here? I have tried one in nearly every cabin, and they are all most uncomfortable. It would be better to sleep on the ground! When we were banished out of the tree last time, the accommodations, they were much better. I am not impressed. This place, it has always been poorly managed, but now, I see that it is even worse than I thought.

Next time we are driven from our little homes and what little lives we have, I would like more comfortable accommodations. Do note this, whomever manages these sort of things, hm?

[identity profile] proudambassador.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
And there are some that will do the opposite of miss me, so they will win, for a time, hm? And then I will come back and smirk at him all over again.

Yes, yes. Luck, I am not sure it exists. But if it does, well. It would be nice if it showed itself from time to time, no?

[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Coming back is never a given.

I suppose, yeah. Luck is a fickle lady, I hear. Maybe you can entice her.

[identity profile] proudambassador.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
No, it is not. But then, if I do not come back, I am not trapped here. Death, it is not fun, but here, it can be not fun as well.

Ladies, they are always fickle. But for a time, they can be a joy.

[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
I imagine death is neither fun nor not-fun. I'd guess it's pretty much...nothing.

I guess.

[identity profile] proudambassador.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
I have died here. It was pain. Nothing, it is preferable.

You, my good person, have not met the right ladies.

[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Dying is pain. Death is emptiness. Or do you mean it was painful in death, too?

Probably not. I've met a few nice ones, sure, but the right guy showed up first.
Edited 2010-10-14 04:38 (UTC)

[identity profile] proudambassador.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
I mean that I was sliced into by Apostle.

So you are enamored? It will not last. But do have fun while it does, hm?

[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Dying. Not death.

Enamored, no. Just taken.
And we have plenty of fun, thanks.

[identity profile] proudambassador.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Dying and death, they are much the same thing.

Myself, I did not need to know that.

[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe. Maybe not.

Oh? Ah well. My mistake. Though, now you know.

[identity profile] proudambassador.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
One is the process of the other, no?0

And as soon as I find something decent in this godsforsaken place I will be taking care to forget it.