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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

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.

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.

Re: Private-viewable to Uhura.

[fuckitybye]

Christ. Well—deal with what you need to, yeah? Give me a shout when you're ready for that coffee or whatever.