Iago

[He is...strangely normal. At least in tone. The only indication that something is off is a slight slurring of his words.]

This cannot be hell. I came to that conclusion a long, long time ago. And yet, [A humorless chuckle] it seems only to test and taunt you. Dear, dear inmates, you know not what you have here. I had...my second chance. Do...you squander yours?

I...fuck. [He descends into drunken Italian before cutting out.]

[Warden Filter]

Someone take Crane for a while.

[OOC: Iago's been chilling in the pub almost all night and day today. Also, anyone who would notice, there was a lot of loud noise and things being thrown yesterday. Anyone near his room - level 7, room 8- might have heard it.]

The relationship that we had was false. He never really cared for the things that I did because he never really cared for me. And yet I returned to him time and time again, hoping that he would give me something I could never get for myself. I was trapped in his web, you see, and I had no idea about that confinement.

And all he did was wait. Pulling different strings, watching me twist, while I thanked him for helping me. [A light chuckle.] I’m sure you see the madness in it now.

And yet, there I sat, doing his bidding when he doesn’t have the decency to be present. Trying to impress a man who neither cares or even knows. Dragging a woman through the mud who did nothing but risk herself for me.

I’ve washed my hands of him. I can stain them with blood just as easily on my own, and I don’t have to endure the shame of feeling like a puppet.

[Private to Claire]

Thank you for taking me into port. I can’t and I won’t apologize for what I said before. Not now, at least.

[Private to the Marquis]

Apologies without being asked. And I didn't misbehave at port. Tell me that is worth something. [Pause.] What's it worth?

Also, I have your…souvenir.

[Private to Prefect]

A drink?

[Private to Sexby]

When your wife wakes and if she is in a good enough mood, I’d like to speak with her. Two minutes.

If you must be present, I won’t object.

[Private to Wichita]

Should we talk or continue to ignore each other? I don’t mind either way, but I would like to know if I may be on the same level of the barge as you. To be quite honest, I’m never really comfortable with the unknown.

((OOC: SO. I have a bit more time than I thought FOR RIGHT NOW, so I figured I'd take advantage of it while I could! YAY!))

[And he's in a much better mood now. Not that he's happy, but he's stopped being so angry now. He just...reeks of arrogance, mainly.]

Tell me where the justice is here, wardens. What am I to learn here other than...if a warden does something, nothing happens?

That is a beautiful incentive to graduate. Become a warden and all your dreams can come true. [Scoff.] Zero is not a punishment. Anyone who has spent time there should know that.


[Private to Buffy]

You owe me an answer to a question. Unless you've already forgotten your debt? [Chuckle.]

[Private to Prefect]

Do you still have a vast collection of...various objects?

[Private to the Marquis]

Your item? Might I use it to take Renate to the CES? Or do you not trust me to do that much? She's restless and I would only require an hour.

Why...why would you wander about in those hideous clothes? [He pauses for a moment, his breathing a bit heavy as he really doesn't like this type of cold.]

This is utterly ridiculous. What's the point of wandering around a marketplace? [No, Iago  doesn't get that it's pretty. There's a sigh of annoyance and he cuts the transmission off, certain that everyone knows of his disapproval.]

( Spam for Judas )

((ooc: I'm just assuming that Iago at least got off the ship with the Marquis. Everything else is going to be left somewhat vague.))

I trust you all had meaningful life experiences last week and this week? Because I'm quite certain that is the Admiral's aim in all of this, of course. That we get as much life experience as possible and that we are able to take what we've learned and apply it to our graduation.

[Private to Judas]

That deal you offered me before? Does it still stand?

Well, my dear Marquis, where do my punishments stand? It's quite difficult to keep up with what is officially set into place and what you are just threatening.

Also, to T'Pol and the ones who apprehended me afterwards (I fear I did not catch your names), I have been told to issue you an apology for what happened, though I'm not sure that a simply apology will help anything. I can do that, or I can do something else, if you wish. T'Pol, I know that nothing can make up for what happened, but I feel I have to at least try.

Filtered away from any under the age of 20

Does anyone know why teenagers are so quick to anger? It was not so long since I was 18, but I distinctly remember having too much to do. So much that I was not able to have a mood swing every ten minutes. It's like being with a woman.

Suddenly this body is not as wonderful as I thought, as those tendencies seem to grow.

I actually do need some kind of drink now.

For all those who think they know who I am:

I am not who you think anymore than you are who you once were. Perhaps there were mistakes made by someone else, in another life. This is not that life.