013 - Video, morning after everyone's safely back from the port.

[fuckitybye]

[The camera clicks on revealing Malcolm, no longer bespectacled and looking absolutely fucking awful, like he just spent the whole night pacing and cursing in his cabin. Which he did. He starts to say something, then scrubs his hands over his face.]

Fucking fuck it.

[And he reaches out and slaps the camera off. If anyone responds, his responses will be in text only.]

[OOC: Malcolm's Masterworld Daily Briefings? Are all publicly visible to anyone who feels like backtracking in his public journal entries. He doesn't know it yet.]

Comments

Re: Written

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you were forced to it.

Re: Written

[fuckitybye]

Well. Thanks.

And for what it's worth, I actually don't think you're all that fucking bad. Easily led, maybe. But I reckon you weren't nearly as much of a brainwashed prick as some of us were back there.

Re: Written

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

If you need to seek any revenge on me, do so.

Re: Written

[fuckitybye]

The fuck would I need to take any kind of revenge on you for? You're the one took a fucking salary cut because John Simm there was being a crazy fuck.

Re: Written

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

Because we were cruel tyrants for three years.

Written

[fuckitybye]

As a certain leaky fucking minge-box of my acquaintance would say, that's not my purview.

Re: Written

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

Not your what?

Re: Written

[fuckitybye]

Function. Job. Responsibility. Even if I felt like kicking your arse, which I don't, it's not my fucking place, yeah?

Re: Written

[heavenonthemind.livejournal.com]

Oh. Thank you.

Re: Written - wish I could say M was being nice, but really he just thinks J is a hopeless patsy.

[fuckitybye]

Don't mention it.