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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!]

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Spam.

[fuckitybye]

Malcolm shrugged and drank a bit more. "This is what I'm wondering about, yeah? Like what sort of fucking effect all this is supposed to have on those of us what come from worlds where all this shit is safely confined to a fucking telly."

Re: Spam.

[yourunichase]

"I don't fucking think the Admiral gives a fuck. It's why some of us are fucking fictional and some of us fucking aren't. I don't think he fucking knows the difference. I mean shit, even the fucking wardens are god damn snapping; how the fuck is this meant to be for our own good?"

Re: Spam.

[fuckitybye]

"Too fucking right." Malcolm frowned into his drink. "I don't like the fucking mood in this place. Feels like ... fuck, I dunno, like the night before a fucking British Rail strike but with vampires in, yeah? Like something's gonna blow."

Spam.

[yourunichase]

Parker nodded quickly. "I've only felt the mood like this one fucking other time before. There was a god damn flood and people fucking ended up changing into their opposite selves, the whole barge did. There was a fucking riot and shit with that. That's how it feels now, like the calm before the shit hit the fan." Parker took another drink of her gin and then set it aside; it was reminding her too much of pinesol at the moment.

"Fuck I'd sell my soul for some scotch."

Spam.

[fuckitybye]

Malcolm frowned for a minute, wondering what his opposite self would be like. Probably Neil Howie.

"Christ," he said out loud. "Fucking powder keg, this place. And I got no fucking confidence in anyone keeping it under control, I'll fucking tell you that for nothing." He finished off his glass in one swallow, wincing a little at the burn. "Funny thing. I don't normally drink much. Didn't, I mean, back home. But I'm right fucking with you on the whisky right now."

Spam.

[yourunichase]

"Yeah, yeah it fucking is. And it keeps getting fucking worse and I don't even know how the fuck that's possible." Parker hated this place in the best of times, but right now it' insufferable. "I had thought some of the wardens were all right, but this, this just proves that no one is. They're just as fucked up as the rest of us are." And they were. "Apparently the fucking stores are gonna restock when it comes the first, so that'll fucking help. The Admiral is such a dick he couldn't even fucking fix that."