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?
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Date: 2010-03-11 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-11 10:54 pm (UTC)And one of the Inmates is green, all the tino subject
Date: 2010-03-11 11:00 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2010-03-11 11:11 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2010-03-12 02:54 pm (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2010-03-12 03:01 pm (UTC)So, common? Extremely. I think the rule is that for everyone here, there is at least someone who'll consider them fictional.
Re: Private
Date: 2010-03-12 04:46 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2010-03-12 04:52 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2010-03-12 04:54 pm (UTC)What'd you say your name was again?
Private
Date: 2010-03-12 04:56 pm (UTC)...and if you've heard of it then yes, I've already had the existential crisis.
Private
Date: 2010-03-12 04:58 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2010-03-12 05:03 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2010-03-12 05:06 pm (UTC)