
[Private to the Marquis]
Hey, you free? We should meet up. [Yes, this is a booty call. Yes, he totally missed the Marquis's apology post. HE DOESN'T PAY MUCH ATTENTION TO THE NETWORK.]
[Open Spam]
[TJ typically likes to fill his days begging to get into the pub and drinking for as long as he can get away with. Alcohol has largely replaced his other vices or coping mechanisms or whatever you want to call them, largely out of convenience. It's free and readily available, and he doesn't have a warden bearing down on him just yet, so he's taking advantage of it (and any soft-hearted warden) while he can.
Still, he can't get drunk all the time, so during those moments of sobriety? He can occasionally be found in the music room, playing the piano. It's one of his only talents, and he finds some small solace in the music. Sometimes, it even helps him to forget he's on this goddamn crazy boat with its glowing skeleton men and aliens and crazy "floods"...
Anyway, follow the sound of the music and interrupt him. He could use some company.]
[OOC: STILL WORKING ON TJ'S FLOOD TAGS. I'm getting through them slowly but surely. And yes, those are Ke$ha lyrics in the post tags. Don't judge me.]