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[fuckitybye]

[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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Re: Spam.

[fuckitybye]

[Well, isn't this a gorgeous kettle of bottom-feeders. Malcolm frowns. Bela's account seems more thorough and possibly more balanced than anything else he's gotten so far, but Damon's emphatic advisory to trust nothing so far as Rex is concerned hasn't left his mind. Not that he intends to mention that to Bela.]

Hmph. Well-upfucked, wardens, well-upfucked. Tell me, how d'you think a description of this fucking fiasco in the inmate population's going to go over? 'Cos I don't want, say, any wardens' pets to go running off to their masters and all, yeah? But it seems to me there's gotta be some kind of awareness that they're fighting amongst themselves and not fucking seeing eye to eye all the time.