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[fuckitybye]

[Malcolm's been awake for the last few hours and doing nothing but reading through all the postings he's missed while in his hiatus coma. Colour him gobsmacked.]

Right.

So, this sort of thing happen often around here? Go for a quick lie-down and wake up a fucking week later?

...

Glad to see you fucks made it back from the Bank Holiday of the Living Dead, anyhow. Really fucking glad I missed out on it too

ADDED LATER: [Private to the Baroness]
Hey, look, I'm sorry I stood you up, yeah? I didn't expect I was going to fall into a fucking coma before meeting you.


[OOC: And with this, I am officially back from hiatus. Hello to all the new folks who arrived while I was away!]

Comments

[fuckitybye]

Christ. Next thing you'll be telling me to get a fucking acupuncture or something.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Well, personally, I prefer a good trek up a mountain but I'm not sure it's terribly good idea, in your case. I'm sure the kitchen misses you.

[fuckitybye]

...You seen Paddy about?

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

... Death Toll.

1/2

[fuckitybye]

 

2/2

[fuckitybye]

Fuck.

That stupid fucking mick sod

Right. Good to know. Thanks.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, Malcolm.

BRB kicking things by way of angsting, or something.

[fuckitybye]

 

[yourunichase]

Glad to fucking see you're fucking alive, Malcolm.

Paddy's in the infirmary, he got fucking munched on.

I am in fucking need of a fucking drink.

Though I will be so slow it isn't funny, I'M NOT LEAVING YOU, DAMNIT.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

At first I was really worried and now? I'm just grateful. Because it meant you were safe. Are safe. Whatever.

[fuckitybye]

Glad to see your arse in one piece, Scully.

Fraser told me about Paddy. Fucking Christ.

<3

[fuckitybye]

Yeah, well ... guess I'm all right, then.

You?

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

If you're okay, then I'm just fine.

Do you want to maybe eat dinner together or something?

[yourunichase]

Yeah, yeah it was fucking bad. You are the luckiest fucking bastard alive, Mulder.

Private

[fuckitybye]

Were you, you know, there? Dudley Do-Right didn't offer any fucking details.

[fuckitybye]

...Sure, why not?

Private-viewable to Uhura.

[no-nanomites.livejournal.com]

It's all right, darling. You can make it up to me by telling me all about over a nice cup of coffee when the aftermath from the zombies blows over.

Private

[yourunichase]

Yeah, he was fucking holding my hand when he fucking went. A zombie took a fucking bite out of his neck and tore out an artery or something. Running and shit didn't help.

Private-viewable to Uhura.

[fuckitybye]

Right; you got it, love. Just shout when you're free, yeah? You make it through okay?

Private

[fuckitybye]

...Fucking hell, Parker.

That's ... fuck.

Private-viewable to Uhura.

[no-nanomites.livejournal.com]

Well, considering my boyfriend got eaten? I made it out fine.

Re: Private-viewable to Uhura.

[fuckitybye]

...Fucking hell.

[Someone is having a really hard time with this whole ZOMBIES thing.]

Private-viewable to Uhura.

[no-nanomites.livejournal.com]

Yeah. This is clearly one of the worst things I've ever seen. Makes ya go a bit nuts.

Private

[yourunichase]

Yeah, it's pretty fucking bad, Malc. It was one of the worst fucking things I've seen. He just... Judas was trying to sew him up but there...

I'm not fucking thinking about this anymore. They just fucking kept coming.

Private

[fuckitybye]

Jesus.

You—look, you want a drink or something? I can see if Claire'll let me into the fucking pub, yeah?