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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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Re: Spam

[fuckitybye]

Malcolm glanced around for a towel or napkin—hell, tissue paper would do. "A what? Jesus Christ, that's fucked." He looked up at the ceiling, as if expecting to find some manifestation of the Admiral up there. "Sick fucking sense of humour, that cunt."

Spam.

[yourunichase]

Parker didn't need towel, the juice was going right where it was meant too now. "Yeah, the Admiral's a fucking dick. I'm going to punch him in the fucking face if I ever graduate and he wants to make a fucking deal with me." It was a moot point; Parker would never graduate. She handed him the gin that didn't have the bits of juice in it.

Re: Spam.

[fuckitybye]

"You and me both, love." Malcolm took the glass and raised it. "Here's to getting the fuck out of here and punching that sod in the face."

Re: Spam.

[yourunichase]

Parker raised the glass, but she didn't want to get into why the fuck she was never going to graduate from this place. "I hope some fucking day we land in a port where he's the one who needs to go through all of the shit that we did."

Re: Spam.

[fuckitybye]

Malcolm chuckled. "That'd be something, eh? Maybe we could fucking well sell tickets."

Spam.-Sorry, bb, I'm not getting ANY Parker notifs.

[yourunichase]

"Sell tickets? We'd make a fucking mint. Maybe if we all fucking collectively wish it would happen, it would." Parker laughed, and then she took a long sip of her drink.

She really hated gin.

Spam - No worries! LJ fails, news at 11.

[fuckitybye]

"Course, the way things usually fucking seem to run around here, the sod would probably drop us on a planet full of fucking ... lava or something, just out of spite." He took a sip of his drink. Really, he'd have preferred whisky, but beggars and fucking choosers and all that. "You come from a pretty normal sort of fucking world, yeah? No aliens or zombies or vampires or any of that shit?"

Spam. Yay tracking with a different account,

[yourunichase]

"He did put a fucking volcano in ancient fucking Rome when we showed up, the asshole." She watched scotch. It was ironic that the best fucking scotch she'd had in a long time came in the middle of a fucking zombie attack and she didn't get more than a sip of it before her best friend had to go die on her.

"Just geniuses who have the ability to become anyone they want to be by just fucking reading books about it. Not as fucking weird as some." And there was that whole shadowy organization and scrolls, but she didn't know about them yet.

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."