001 - Voice
Mar. 11th, 2010 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Prior to this, anyone near Malcom's room (level 7, room 5) will have heard him banging about in confusion for a bit; as his cabin looks like his office at No. 10, that's where he thinks he is. Then, in an attempt to page his assistant, he accidentally turns on the voice posting device and a loud Scottish voice is heard:]
—Sam? SAM? The fuck is up with putting a bed in here? This some kind of fucking joke? I can ream out that twat Nicholson just fine with him bent over my fucking desk, aye?
[Pause.]
Sam?
Oh, for fuck's sake—
[Sound of door opening. Long, stunned silence.]
What the fuck?
—Sam? SAM? The fuck is up with putting a bed in here? This some kind of fucking joke? I can ream out that twat Nicholson just fine with him bent over my fucking desk, aye?
[Pause.]
Sam?
Oh, for fuck's sake—
[Sound of door opening. Long, stunned silence.]
What the fuck?
given that howie lives two doors down and hey. scottish. voice reply
Date: 2010-03-11 03:39 pm (UTC)[Pause, as he realises this is pointless and he ought to explain. He's polite after all.]
I know it's confusing when you first get here, but there's no reason for that language. I don't think you're where you think you are, and I ought to break it to you straight. You've quite probably died, and are probably an inmate - on what can sort of be described as an interdimensional prison ship, but it really isn't conventional in most senses. I would explain more, but that's weird enough, I'm sure.
I also think you're down the corridor from me, as I'm fairly sure I heard most of that twice.
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Date: 2010-03-11 03:48 pm (UTC)Jesus Christ.
[Sound of Malcolm flumping into a chair.]
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Date: 2010-03-11 03:53 pm (UTC)What's your name, anyway? I'd ask where you're from, but it's pretty obvious. What year is it for you?
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From:[Private] Scottish conspiring.
Date: 2010-03-11 08:27 pm (UTC)[Private] Scottish conspiring.
Date: 2010-03-11 08:49 pm (UTC)[Private] Scottish conspiring.
From:[Private] Scottish conspiring.
From:I'm going to let Scotty forget his filter now, for the sake of torturing him.
From:and howie headdesks.
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From:time to meet her new neighbour! :/
Date: 2010-03-11 05:10 pm (UTC)Is...ah...are you...all-right?
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Date: 2010-03-11 06:01 pm (UTC)What is this, a fucking BBC costume drama?
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:09 pm (UTC)[Looks down at her dress, then back up at him. Then stares.]
You look familiar...
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Date: 2010-03-11 07:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 09:46 pm (UTC)[Pause]
What, everyone heard all that?
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Date: 2010-03-12 05:03 am (UTC)Voice.
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Date: 2010-03-11 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 09:56 pm (UTC)Welcome to the Barge, and...well done on not immediately insisting this is all a terrible dream.
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Date: 2010-03-11 10:06 pm (UTC)Don't think I'm not fucking hoping I'll wake up in A&E after all.
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Date: 2010-03-11 10:12 pm (UTC)Some Inmates seem to come here from near-death experiences, so it's not completely unthinkable, but I wouldn't rely on it as a way out. Time passes differently between the Barge and your home world, so even if you come around in an ambulance ten minutes after 'dying' you still might be looking at weeks, months or years on the Barge. Sorry.
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From:[Voice] (lol late comment is late ;_; backdate funs? )
Date: 2010-03-12 10:52 am (UTC)Re: [Voice] (lol late comment is late ;_; backdate funs? )
Date: 2010-03-12 03:00 pm (UTC)...who's this, then, Tristan Farnon?
[Voice] (LJ is a craven douche)
Date: 2010-03-15 10:45 pm (UTC)[Voice] ("craven douche". YES.)
From:[Voice] (I'm also fond of "Son of a cunting fuck." 8D)
From:[Voice] (Malc approves!)
From:Re: [Voice] (And Five's FINALLY done enough research to respond to this one!)
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Date: 2010-03-12 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 07:24 pm (UTC)I don't even have the fucking energy to ask people to leave off now.
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Date: 2010-03-12 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 07:58 pm (UTC)'Up the arse' isn't a valid response.
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