To: everyone (a few days after all arrivals)

[northerndragon]

[Jon writes in a very fine hand, but to many, it will seem archaic.]

I would like to speak on duty, if you will.

What does duty mean to you, if it means anything at all?
How do you know what your duty is?
How do you know when you have done it, or failed to do it?

If it doesn't matter to you, why doesn't it matter?
If it does, why then?

I seek to learn from my fellows.

— Jon Snow, of Thorne

Comments

[satanicpanics]

[ Eddie is trying so, so hard to restrain himself, but eventually, he cracks.

His handwriting is somewhat less graceful than Jon's. In fact, it has just been carefully crafted to look like the Slayer logo. Not that Jon would know. ]

I really don't think you wanna be saying duty that much.

[northerndragon]

Why not?

Duty is important.

[Well, that's where he stands, and he doesn't care if everyone here is privy to it.]

[satanicpanics]

Sure is, man. Sure is.

[ He is laughing so hard, he might just die again. ]

You might wanna say it out loud a few times.

[northerndragon]

I say it all the time, when there is reason enough. It should be always in the mind of every man and woman.

[satanicpanics]

[ Stop, his spleen... ]

Oh, believe me, it's always there in the back of everyone's mind. Even if they'd rather it not be.

[northerndragon]

And you? Do you think it would be better to forget one's duty?

It can be a heavy load.

[satanicpanics]

[ He is howling now. Won't somebody please think of his poor roommate? ]

Duty sure is a heavy load--

[ From the way his handwriting trails off in a scrawl, it's apparent that he either just died, or he's laughing entirely too hard to continue. It's probably the latter, though, because he picks up again a few moments later. ]

Duty sure is a heavy load of SOMETHING huh?