*while Saerra sips his wine, idly pops open a bottle of chocolate syrup, humming to himself while drizzling a thin stream of it all over his chest, stomach, and thighs, doing his best not to make a mess of the couch while doing so*<br/><br/>... prison? Oh, that's right... this is a group game about prison... I keep getting distracted in here. Working on a post, though. figured if I'm going to get back into writing stuff, I'd better start trying to write again...