[The post starts up as most accidental posts do - with a crash and a bang and plenty of muffled noises in the background and it's not until one of those noises break lose and turn into a voice that you realize that this... isn't accidental at all.]

--ill you shut up, I almost got it! Jeez...

[More fumbling, this time a little closer to the ( Read more... )

[The transmission flares to life and.... wait for it.... BZZZT!  There we go! A bit of a cop-out maybe but it has been well over two weeks. ]

--fucking hell! There's no way that was two damn weeks!

(....)

Shit... guess I lost track of time. Hnn... March already.

[He does sound a bit disoriented, doesn't he? You get a few more seconds of shuffling ( Read more... )

[CLICK. The cook sounds particularly impatient on this fair night. Out of breath. Downright panicked even.]

Fucking hell... the stupid fucking bastard--

OI! Chopper! I need your help! Now!

[set during this log, obvsly]

[The post starts quite deliberately but before anything of value is said a loud BZZT interrupts this very important message. Cue a pained yelp and a long, elaborate string of curses. Someone's been neglecting his communicator. ]

Just one damn thing after another...

[Pause. Nothing but wind and the muffled clicks of a cheap lighter. Cigarettes are a ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on and the first thing that transmits is a pained groan followed by what can only be the cracking of stiff joints. The cook sounds a bit disoriented and just a little pissed off.]

Fucking hell... let's never do that again.

Ace. I'm going to fucking kill you.

[ooc: long story short, Sanji got hit by Anemone's mero mero beam and spent ( Read more... )

[The post clicks on and for a few seconds there's nothing but silence. If you listen closely you can hear the faint rustle of leaves - you guessed it, this is another obligatory plant-post. There's a clatter as the communicator is being propped up on the floor, followed by a soft ripping sound. Not really disturbing or even unpleasant but still ( Read more... )

Figured we should squeeze in one more supply run before the holidays - we'll meet up tomorrow at noon outside the Lights. Volunteers will be rewarded. This is also a good opportunity to do some personal scavenging so don't hesitate to tag along - strength in numbers and all that shit.

[and he repeats the above in text]Time sure flies in this ( Read more... )

[A dead frequency sparks back to life - at first there's nothing but static, interspersed by the scraping of heavy shoes against concrete as the owner slowly pushes himself up to sitting. Eventually the signal clears up but it's still uncertain whether or not he knows that all this is being recorded. He does reach out for the communicator once more ( Read more... )

Without him here... fuck, someone's got to.

Time sure flies.

[The transmission begins quite deliberately. It's a voice post but there's not a whole lot being said, almost like the poster just wanted to try out a new way to avoid the bi-weekly electrocution. Or maybe he just wanted to say that he's back but couldn't find the words.

The silence stretches on. Ten seconds.

Twenty.

A minute.

The post ends just as ( Read more... )