You know guys. You know what really hacks me off?

This whole fucking 'you're fictional' lark. It ain't a fucking lark, that's the point. That's what I'm trying to say here, and treating it like one... it ain't fucking right, or fair.

Like Uhura. It really fucking upset her. Really fucking did. Now I know who she was and all that shit, but I ( Read more... )

[Infirmary filter]

[Paddy sounds in a completely uncharacteristic panic.]

Hey. HEY! Get someone up here! Parker's... I don't fucking know... she's dead! I'm sure she's...

[panic subsides a little as he actually checks]

Okay, she's not dead. But she's out fucking cold and I don't know why. Fuck fuck fuck.How d'you tell if this is one of those ( Read more... )

[Warden filter]

Can... someone capable watch my two shifts? At least for today and probably tomorrow. Dinner shift's easy, they can all be trusted and know what they're doing. Just check the knives are all there and we're good.

Sorry, I just can't.

[Private to Parker]

Report in, would ya?

[Private to Laura]You're excused work. I'm excusing ( Read more... )

[This is after the water's subsided. Paddy's just snapped. All those issues of his were never going to end well. You won't get much of an answer out of him and he'll be like this until someone comes and gets him. That is, curled up in the corner of his cell, drenched and quietly singing to himself, continually pressing buttons on his communicator ( Read more... )

[Paddy comes on, breathless, and clearly speaking through something. He sounds angry, with a hint of absolutely-distraught. He's not covering it so well ( Read more... )