First Race

[gingerspeedster]

[ Someone is a little anxious. His chin rests in his hand and some pages can be heard fluttering in the background because, although you can't see it, his foot is tapping at super speed. ]

Hmm. 11 floors, 160 rooms, decent facilities, but it's so much smaller than I was expecting. I mean, I'm sure it's big enough for everyone's needs, but do you know how many times I can visit every room in half a minute? Too many, that's how many.

But hey, I'm sure I'll find a way to entertain myself. This whole inmate deal, when does that happen? Oh, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.

[ He smiles winningly. ] I'm Wally West, your newest warden. So, when can we get this party started?

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[grand-lotus.livejournal.com]

[He's sort of guessed this might have been the case, but....you know, courtesy. :c]

If your needs are particularly great, I am sure the Admiral will have given us extra provisions. There will be enough.

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

Oh good. I'd hate to take away from everyone else's rations. [ You know, with his massive pile of pancakes for breakfast every morning. ]

[grand-lotus.livejournal.com]

You will not go hungry, nor will you be taking food from anyone else's mouth. My colleagues and I shall see to it. The warning is much appreciated, however; if it is not a...sensitive issue, may I ask why the unusual appetite?

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

I have an accelerated metabolism. Of course, my mom would say I've always eaten like a pig.