<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pHmbaO4.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Millicent Devereaux<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Quarters<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zeke, Misha, Sleyn, Rin, Noel, Serenity (mentioned)<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Prison?!!<br/><hr/><br/>Millicent was taking everything in stride. Until at least that one word. "Prison?" Suddenly, she seemed quite perturbed indeed. Perhaps not<em>Hi my name is Serenity and I came here to kick ass and chew bubblegum and look at that I'm all out of bubblegum</em>perturbed, but it was also clear she was not happy with this latest development. "Why the heck are we in prison? What could we possibly have done?" Again, actually there were probably ten or twenty statutes that Millie figured she had been in violation of in recent memory, but none would seem to merit imprisonment - especially this bizarre kind of imprisonment with no bars in sight. Really, what this was all about was that she wasn't very comfortable with anything that might hinder her freedom of action.<br/><br/>Of course it was about then that her stomach rumbled. At which her consternation broke a little. "OK. Food first. Then answers.<em>Lots</em>of them." Her mind was still racing. At this point, she wasn't even ready to discard Rin's theory about wyverns so quickly after all.