Londo Mollari

I am stuck in an elevator with a lunatic with a sword, grinning like only an idiot can. Someone, anyone, get me out of here. I do not care who. Even Grift, with his smirky face, gloating, I would take.

And now, he is laughing at me. Oh joy. Joy of all joys. This place, I hate it. I would even take stairs if we had them!

Perhaps it would be more bearable if he were not reading this and grinning more, hm?


[[ooc: Both Ambassador and Rukongai will be replying to this for a time before they wind up stuck on the fourth floor. This entry marks where I'm no longer looking at the f-list. If there's a non-invasion post you'd like me to see, please link me. :D Have fun!]]

[The writing is full of flourishes and swirls, making it look in some places elegant and in some overdone and ridiculous.]

So I will write on this and then people will write back and we will all be good friends, no? Somehow, I do not think that is the way the universe works.

We are all in a tree. We are tree people. This is stupid. But, if there is a place with wine, then I will not mind the stupid so much, hm? And we are not in a tree right now, but we are. I do not like paradoxes.

So. My friends. My soon-to-be dear, good friends. I am calling myself Ambassador. It is a stupid name, but I have never named myself before. There is a first time for everything, I believe it is said. So let us have a drink to firsts, and write on paper that writes back.