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[Individual messages addressed to Damon, Costigan, Bela, and Ana, all with minute variations on the following text. Some may have more gratuitous f-bombs than others. Ana's message is deleted during her conversation with Malcolm.]

Right. I've got a list of all the new arrivals who have come on board in the last week; verify and let me know if I've missed anyone. [Pretend it's attached here.]

So what's fit to fucking print, then? Obviously the Undead Party Conference and the resulting fallout, and I see we got some scuffles—Judas and Rex. I'd be really fucking interested to know if there was some dirt about how the wardens handled that one. And it looks like we got some people who've picked up some fucking superpowers, yeah? Any leads on that?

Anything else?

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"It was, in fact, entirely baseless and I know that because I'm the one who did it, and I confessed to it nearly immediately after seeing what had happened." Ana looked down, her entire posture appearing contrite. "And the good wardens merely used one of the few good relationships that anyone on the barge has as proof of his guilt, because they thought that I was covering for him."

Ana paused, and her features hardened. "Then, the doctors in the infirmary accused McCullen of lying. All of this, zombies, burns, bites and death tolled and then he got abused by the doctors who are meant to be overseeing our care."

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Malcolm was slowly starting to develop his own suspicions, not the least of which was that just possibly he was being played; Damon's advice to not trust anything as far as Rex was concerned had made an impact. (Why he felt he could trust Damon at all was another story—it would be more accurate, perhaps, to say that at this juncture his instinct told him to distrust Damon less.)

Not that he was going to give any of these thoughts away to Ana. He merely listened with an appropriately sympathetic expression and tsked a bit when she'd finished. "What a fucking mess, eh? What exactly did you do, if you don't mind my asking?" Pause. "Strictly off the record, that is."

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She thought that he didn't believe her, and that was fine. "Strictly off the record?" She asked the question softly, and then she stood up and touched her chest. Ana didn't have claws or anything like that, but her nails were well tended, and she scratched a straight line across her chest. Her voice was soft when she started to bleed.

"Watch it." There was a quick movement to wipe the blood away, and it wasn't instantaneous by any means, but the wound healed rather quickly. "I've got this stuff in my blood that heals me and I thought it would help James." Her voice dropped a bit, and she did look incredibly remorseful. "I had no idea that injecting him with my blood would cause this."

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Jesus fucking Christ, what was it with women in this place and fucked-up regenerative healing powers? At least Claire hadn't seen fit to fucking demonstrate.

And damned if she didn't look really fucking sorry. Either she was a world-class actress (which he had by no means ruled out) or she was telling the truth really did feel bad about the whole fuckup. "You did what you thought was fucking right, I reckon," he replied, still slightly discombobulated by the demonstration. "Now since this is all a pretty fucking delicate situation, I have to ask how much you feel about keeping the record straight, yeah? What's the need-to-know for people?"