proudambassador: Londo Mollari drinks from a cup. Caption says 'Nectar of the gods.' (Wine)
The Wilderness, it is not ruins any more, no. Instead, it is a club. It is a club with much to see, and even more to drink.

And so, I propose a crawl. A barcrawl, in the Wilderness. That is what it is called, no? You crawl at the end because you are so drunk you cannot walk? Do not tell me that the one phrase that makes sense I have wrong.

No matter. I think that I am clear in what I am suggesting. Drinking. A great deal of it. Who would like to join?
proudambassador: Londo Mollari peers down the hall in Green 2. (Watching)
Make a wish. For three days, this paper, I have stared at it. What possible wish that one would write would come true? It is that damnable question all over again. What do you want? Maybe, maybe, there is more that is wanted than one can say! Did whomever asked that question ever thing about that?

This paper, it is a mockery. Make a wish. Pah. Wishes are futile anyway. This, it is not worth the paper it is written on.


[[ooc: I moved this back since I'd failed to do it when I planned, but couldn't let him miss this.]]
proudambassador: Londo Mollari looking downward. Caption says 'all my dreams torn asunder.' (Thinking and torn)
Mr. Grift is dead. Before anyone asks, no, I did not kill him.

There is procedure for this, no? A body? He's in section four. Someone should come get him, because I most certainly am not getting blood on my clothes.

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