The 100; a panfandom game

CHATTY TO DONNA NOBLE:

» You wanted me to text you?

Friends, I have experienced a rash of poor luck and ill timing The long hours which interweave broad swaths of activity and work as required by our presence here have left me looking for ways in which I might fill my time. After making o my space tidy and moreover setting my attention to the walls, the floor and the easements in some of the less-restrictive spaces given to the armory, I at last came to that end of space in which we men of action call silence.

On the bed opposite mine, I encountered something which my previous blight of cleaning did not sweep up in its madness. It was a book, in fact. A slim tome in which a man named Billy Pilgrim traversed the space between a war in which he had been ubiquitously caught and a likewise strange land in which he found himself in the cold and pleasureful reaches of space. This book, Slaughterhouse Five, has admittedly caught my attention. And indeed, I find Master Vonnegut to be a most intently thoughtful writer. I believe I shall ascribe here, a few of these words, for your own particular attention:

"There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.”

Who: Chris Traeger and Lito Rodriguez.
What: Dance lesson!
When: Saturday afternoon, 10/9.
Where: Lito’s room to start.
Warnings: Probably none, other than Trouble stuff and maybe some sexual tension.

( Chris Traeger, reporting for duty! )