Raise.

Sky.

Either of you, or both if you so desire, please drop by at your earliest convenience.

Bastet, I have something I need to discuss with you.

That's it. I've had enough.

((ooc: strikes = slashed out darkly as they're written))

GUARD AND HATCHERY STAFF, ATTENTION PLEASE.

I need you guys to HAUL ASS UP HERE. We have to get these things downstairs RIGHT NOW, and this time I can't help haul. There's enough of these bastards swarming the area that I think I'm gonna have to cover for the people moving things.

LEZARD. You, in particular. Zombies hate fire, don't they?

[Drake's handwriting is clearly agitated, almost gouged into the pages of his journal; there are blots of ink here and there where he pressed so hard that it bled.]

Fuck you, Edensphere.

FUCK. YOU.

haven't you taken enough from me already why did you have to take him((ooc: strikes = blacked out sloppily but thoroughly almost right away. ( Read more... )

Sphere...this is a very bad time for this particular prank to resume itself.

I hope it's short this time. Nobody is in the mood.

If anyone needs me, I'll be around; most likely near my quarters.

((Much to his chagrin, Drake has ended up in this little number. Also, Drake is being more tightlipped than usual at the moment. Anyone who wants ( Read more... )

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[Drake's handwriting is very very precise. Too precise. WAY too precise. Like he's actively exercising a great deal of control.]Edensphere, I think it is very safe to say that your sense of humor is Severely. Fucked. Up. This is NOT FUNNY. AT ALL. My entire wardrobe has vanished and I am NOT HAPPY with what it has been replaced by. The worst ( Read more... )

Checking in. Repairs on the Hall are going well. The roof is the biggest concern, with the way it buckled, but I have faith that it'll be set to go reasonably soon. From what I see, the construction efforts in the housing areas are coming along at a reasonably good clip.

really fucking Glad McQueen is all right.

...still no sign of Allen. ( Read more... )

I have three things to say right now.

1) Sphere, screw you. Seriously.

2) Thank god I was cold enough to put on something other than boxers last night -- even though I'd kill for a sweatshirt. Again.

3) Want, if I grovel will you bring me some coffee? Please? I'm begging. Puppy dog eyes, even.

This is ludicrous. Twice? Come on.