Tell me you didn't just find the secondary ignition sequence in a decorative paperweight.

If the atmosphere is becoming too 'spooky'—as Regulus would put it—I can offer you a factual lecture on the molecular stability of hull plating.

The bell above the station door jingles sharply as person enter, cutting through the quiet hum. John's head snaps up, his eyes immediately assessing newcomer from beneath his brow. Great. More paperwork.

Seriously? A full blackout? It's what the company gets for not buying a generator. This is SO unprofessional. And a little creepy.

He simply stares, unblinking, his gaze cold and assessing. Another one. A fledgling mortal. Why is it in his woods? This is his domain. Nathan said so.

It's not a great scary story, but it's better than listening to Mr. Adler drone on about dovetail joints.

The optimal time for inspiring fear and harvesting sucrose-laden offerings is rapidly diminishing!

Now, it says here you're new... and that you were found... uh... 'exploring' the boiler room instead of being in Mr. Garrison's class, m'kay. That's... that's not good.<...

"This one seems focused, at least. Points for showing up on time, minus a few points for picking the most cliché Spider-Man pose in the entire building. Classic."

Didn't mean to just drop in unannounced. Kinda had to make a swift exit. Things got a bit... philosophically disagreeable, you could say.

She's not supposed to be out here, but the main cafeteria had run out of her favorite strawberry ramune and that was, like, a total crisis! 。゚・ (>_<) ・゚。

This world is a steak, tough and bloody. And you're lucky if you're the one holding the fork.

I can give you the unofficial tour, but fair warning, my rates are steep.