You know, this isn't so bad.

And I'm finally going to get to finish that ham. I've never spent this long doing anything before ( Read more... )

That was... refreshing, in a way. To see a world not collapsing in on itself. To see something growing in something other than a simulation. To see snow quite that clean, quite that white, without being corrupted by the dirt. [He was going to say something to West on this subject, on his post. But oh. He killed him ( Read more... )

[There is a big Frenchman shouting on this end. This is all in French.]

JULIE! JULIE?! [Shuffling noises. He's looking for her. Then out in the corridor.]

Where... where have you gone? Where am I? What have you done with my knives, Julie?! I told you not to move them!

I need them. I have to... I need them.[A big paternal sigh of frustration ( Read more... )

Huh. Never get into a relationship with a knife. It will stab you in the back.

Also, sergent, you promised me a drink. Let's get on that, oui?

Bonus question of curiosity. You all must have had a real job at some point in your lives, wardens and inmates, because 'professional nutjob killer' pays the bills just as badly as 'professional annoying ( Read more... )

[Clapet is in his room, gripping a few pages torn from a tradesman's catalog. They're all of very big knives. He holds one of the picture's at arm's length, like he's looking at a picture of an old lover.

Then he bursts into song.]

( The demon... butcher, of a square in Paris. Not the same kind of ring. )

If... what I hear is a port, then I think I'll take a 'flood' any day.

It's an interesting twist of fate for the... handful of us who got left here. When destiny deals you a good hand, it's best not to complain, I find.

Even so...

If anyone out there can hear this, could someone... Goddess, are you in one piece? Billy, le Docteur, you too ( Read more... )

[Warden filter]

Damn this flood, I want answers.

Because I've just discovered there's a significant amount of things I simply haven't been told. I've been here a goddamned month, and I only just found out that death isn't death here. How the hell that happened, I don't even know ( Read more... )

[Clapet is sat back in his chair, wearing a brown cardigan, and smoking. There's a bag of dried vegetables in the corner of the screen.]

Boredom is never a good thing, you know. I make it no secret I miss my trade, my art - the turning of a... plain lump of flesh into something that people can actually eat, helping them survive, [He sighs and ( Read more... )

What happened this week? Nothing happened to me, but this seems to be... common around here.

What else so unusual is common around here? Aside from changing appearance and eating money.

Cassie Holmes? I hear you're my warden. My reservations with that concept aside, I want to offer my services as a butcher to the kitchen. I expect something in ( Read more... )