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Jul 27, 2005 22:41

[a 39-year-old man runs in, tired, weak; he's holding a small flask which reads 'VICTORY GIN' in one hand, and then an unmarked book in the other.]*breathless* *looks around in a paranoid-type of state ( Read more... )

feanor, armand, winston, rosencrantz, introduction

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permanent_blur July 28 2005, 06:07:10 UTC
*odd little blink*

*dumbly* whose big brother?

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downwithbb July 28 2005, 06:13:08 UTC
*deadpan look* Big Brother. Totalitarian director of Oceania.

The one that can never die.

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permanent_blur July 28 2005, 06:23:21 UTC
ah. well, i don't know if we've got any of those around here, then -- i mean, some people've died two, three times a week. and then there are the ones who come in dead, you know ... are you? *smiles helpfully* dead, that is.

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downwithbb July 28 2005, 06:31:42 UTC
*oddlooks Ros*

...Not dead. Just lost. Have you had the telescreens shut off around here? I need decent hiding areas. *looks down at his 'VICTORY GIN' flask* ...Not to mention decent gin.

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finweson July 28 2005, 09:44:31 UTC
Typist: You are the dead. Come to think of it, it's really weird we didn't yet have dear Winston. Oh well, DF demographics are strange anyway...

*blinks* If you will calm yourself and explain what you are afraid of, I might be able to answer your questions.

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downwithbb July 29 2005, 00:06:20 UTC
Typist: WE ARE THE DEAD. I worried for our youth. This is why I brought lovely George Orwell into the picture. This is one sekrit I really can't afford to spill.

The thing I'm afraid of? Rats. ROOM 101 BITCH. (As typist adds in 'bitch' for effect) Being found out. Being caught.

Yet it's the one thing I yearn for, so much.

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finweson July 29 2005, 07:36:37 UTC
... I believe I fail to understand.

Caught by whom? Found out for doing what? And why would you yearn for it?

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*a note is delivered* sweariwontdie July 28 2005, 16:34:37 UTC
*delivered by a servant in Blakeney green*

M. Smith,

I am far behind in my greeting duties, but your plight came to my attention even here. Please be assured your Big Brother isn't here. That's not to say you're completely safe, but your old enemy isn't to be feared. I hope you find a home here. Feel free to write or call. I am currently living with my sister and her husband at Blakeney Manor near Richmond, England.

Yours truly,
Armand St. Just

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