willing to maybe admit now that he's sick. His head is pounding, and he's shivering in his cocoon of blankets. Auugh.

sneezes. Whaaat the fuck, he's too awesome to be sick BT

officially the beer pong King.

giving Gilbird a bath in tomato juice. Damn skunk....

spoken to a million and one people, and he's managed to claim a good chunk of West's work for himself. That was much harder than it should have been. He knew there was still a divide between East and West_

sends Eliza a cake, with a 'Congrats, Jailbird' piped in icing.

[Event] swapped out Francis' textbooks with erotic novels. He's waiting to see how long til the other notices.

[Event] is biting the inside of his cheek hard, trying not to cry out in pain. He was going to win this fucking game, hands down.

[Event] has arranged one of his games. There's about ten of them, and Gilbert's trying not to laugh his ass off.

[Event] is a little jealous that Francis keeps managing to hook up. What the hell, he wants to hook up with someone...