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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

[cantblameagirl]

Bank Holiday of the Living Dead, that's funny.

I think it's utterly ruined malls for me.

[fuckitybye]

Oh aye? And what's your name, then? Don't think we've met before.

[cantblameagirl]

Oh, aye. Vala Mal Doran, pleased to meet you.

[fuckitybye]

Malcolm Tucker. You a warden or an inmate?

[acid_rayne]

In a word? Yep...

[fuckitybye]

Bloody fucking fantastic.

[acid_rayne]

Hey... Small mercies, right?

[fuckitybye]

Be nice if there was some kind of fucking warning or other. But then that'd probably run counter to the Raw Sewage Lucky Dip nature of this place.

[cisskabob]

I'd say you picked the right week for it, though.

[fuckitybye]

It's definitely the week I'd have picked if I'd had a fucking choice in the matter.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

I've seen it happen quite a few times. Do you feel well rested at least?

[fuckitybye]

I don't think I have the first fucking clue what "well-rested" looks like.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Generally, you feel less stress than normal and your mind doesn't lose its train of thought as much.

[fuckitybye]

[Malcolm thinks this is one of the funniest things he's ever heard, Bob.]

Mate, I am on my train of thought like fucking Bruce Reynolds.

[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.

[fuckitybye]

Glad to see your arse in one piece, Scully.

Fraser told me about Paddy. Fucking Christ.

[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.

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.

<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?

[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-viewable to Uhura.

[fuckitybye]

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

Private-viewable to Uhura.

[no-nanomites.livejournal.com]

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