Spinning Compass Comunications

Would it be possible for you to share Lyla so yo speak? Mr Rochester has no real way yo navigate the station on his own and I suddenly thought of her.

[OoC: This is spoken very softly, almost under his breath. In the background, you can hear snow crunching and patting sounds, as Bill is making a snowman in one of the corridors]

"He th-thrusts his f-f-fuh-hists... H-he thrusts h-his f-fists uh-ah-against the p-p-puh-puh-posts... f-fuck"

[stompy snow-crunching for about 30 seconds]

"He thru-husts his f-f-f-fuh-fuh-f-fists ag-guh-guh-gainst the p-p-posts ah-hand s-s-s-still ih-ins-s-sists h-he s-s-sees th-the guh-hosts."

"H-he th-th-thrust-"

[The post cuts off here]

I know no one actually celebrates it anymore, but it is Twelfth Night. I also have cake, and a present for you.