21st October 9am, Prison cell

[therealpm]

*Peter stares at the ceiling, bored out of his mind.  The expenses story has been satisfactorially steered away from John, and now he has nothing to do.  He tugs at the restrainst again, no luck.*

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[bigalcampbell.livejournal.com]

*Alastair rolls his eyes but decides to hold back on the gagging motions for now.*

Damn right we will. Say, how hard would it be to smuggle him in here next full moon?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Fiona.

Alastair... I've no idea. Either this 'cure' will work and I'll be out of here by then, or I'll be dead.