I have come to a decision

~translated from the Castillian Spanish~

I have decided to accept Marie-Ange's gracious offer of a shopping trip for more adequate clothing. Institutional Grey is not my color.

I will require funds, the mother's bleeding anus wheelchair, and whatever you possess in men's clothing (I will not cross-dress for any of you) to make me as presentable as possible. I will also require warm blankets, as it is colder than the underside of a nun's petticoats outside.

I will also require the services of Marie-Ange, the Asian named Jubilee, and the American named Doug. Doug will be there to translate my words into the debased language spoken here. He will also carry my parcels.

We will need someone as well to chauffeur us to and from our destination.

And no, I will not be consuming any breaded deep-fried scrap-meat on a stick products. I _would_ like some good Spanish wine, but given my delicate constitution I will have to decline.

( OOC Note Here )

Oh, and one other thing. There will be music purchased. I cannot abide the simpering of pop radio for another instant. I will also require something adequate to play music in my room. I will also require a new laptop - this loaner machine is completely insufficient for the demands of the software that I use to remix music to my own tastes. A Macintosh, top of the line, would be adequate for my needs.

~translated from the Castillian Spanish~

MdlR