on being reserved at ataraxion:

[manipulativni]

I have to say, you're not doing much to make this place sound very appealing. The idea of space, I suppose I could get used to - it does beat being trapped in the tomb. But if you honestly think I'm wearing that God-awful excuse for clothing, you're sorely mistaken. I'd walk around naked before I put that thing on.

I'm also not so sure I like being so far behind the only other two I know there, but, well, let's face it - it's unlikely they'll want to have anything to do with me anyway. I suppose I'll just have to make new friends and find other ways to occupy my time.