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... )

Sergent! [Clapet is just a little worried and trying to hide it.]

Put me back in zero. Now.

I... seem to be in zero.

SERGENT! Did you hear that? I seem to be in zero. Come let me out.

Does anyone else have... hours of memory loss for that flood? As in, a few hours here and there where you can't remember a thing?

Why are my clothes all...

Right.

((ooc: werewolf!clapet got taken down to zero by Mr Neo/Ray. He's got traditional ( Read more... )

You know, it can be so intimidating for a simple little butcher like me, with all you evil scheming geniuses and mechanised zombie machines floating around. I don't know how I leave my cabin without shitting myself ( Read more... )

Huh. Fresh meat.

Welcome, I suppose. I am Le Boucher.

[Private to Donny]

How many socks do I have to wash to get a trip to the CES?

I want to try some fruit and don't want to waste the dining room's supply. It's... been a long time.

[Private to Coyolxauhui.]

...he returned.

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... )

[Video: Clapet is sitting back in a chair, in his cardigan, sipping at a cup of coffee and smoking. It's breakfast in France, okay? You may recognise both parts of the room and the cardigan from when a Certain Goddess was going all 'creepy as fuck' on the Barge after killing Armand. Feel free to call him on that ( Read more... )

[Clapet was pleased to have a job to do, as he'd been bored. Very, very bored. Not that he was going to admit this to his warden, oh no. He'd much prefer to be butchering, and much prefer to be getting something back for his labour, but... this was filling the time ( Read more... )