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[inhumandog]

[Iago sounds...tired. He's in the second floor common room, for anyone who sees, and he's trying not to bleed on the furniture. TRYING.]

I killed Crane. [He couldn't sound more gleeful if he tried.] Someone gave the idiot coward a knife and he stabbed me.

[He sighs.] So before I go to zero, I might need someone to look at this.

[OOC: This comes after this log. It's still in progress, but...to keep the timelines going, I'm throwing this up here. Iago's probably not going to respond much or for very long to people he doesn't trust. He has a habit of going quiet after he's done bad things. :C ]

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Private;

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

It must be it's irresistible lure. Or lack of label, whichever you prefer.

[He adds a little teasingly:] You can't use it now. It's been places.

Private;

[requiresssacrifice]

Please, the joke's on him. It's been all over my body first.

[SO THERE.]

And besides, the bastard smashed it.

Private;

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

I take you as the sort to get intimate with your soap. So unfortunate for him.

[THERE IS REX ALL OVER JIM.]

Wh--really? For what purpose?

Re: Private;

[requiresssacrifice]

Mmhm, you know what they say about cleanliness.

[THERE IS. REX IS THOROUGH IN THE SHOWER.]

Because he's--! He's a spiteful creep!

Private;

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

I can't envision him needlessly slaughtering your soap.

There's no need to lather yourself in a minor dispute. It'll bubble over. [Bad puns just for you, Rex.]

Private;

[requiresssacrifice]

He did. Probably because he's jealous of me, because his wardens liked me better. And now I have to use subpar soap until supplies replenish. It's going-- My skin will get dry.

Private;

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

I'll lend you a bar, if you have any interest in the Asquith & Somerset brand. And a fruity fragrance.

Did they really?

Private;

[requiresssacrifice]

[Considerinnnng.] What KIND of fruit?

Mmhm, but it's hardly my fault.

Private;

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

The mixed kind.

Friendship and forced collaboration, always a little different. Any jealousy should have perished, though, with me being so attentive. [He tsks.] A reminder might be due.