013 - Video, morning after everyone's safely back from the port.
[The camera clicks on revealing Malcolm, no longer bespectacled and looking absolutely fucking awful, like he just spent the whole night pacing and cursing in his cabin. Which he did. He starts to say something, then scrubs his hands over his face.]
Fucking fuck it.
[And he reaches out and slaps the camera off. If anyone responds, his responses will be in text only.]
[OOC: Malcolm's Masterworld Daily Briefings? Are all publicly visible to anyone who feels like backtracking in his public journal entries. He doesn't know it yet.]
Fucking fuck it.
[And he reaches out and slaps the camera off. If anyone responds, his responses will be in text only.]
[OOC: Malcolm's Masterworld Daily Briefings? Are all publicly visible to anyone who feels like backtracking in his public journal entries. He doesn't know it yet.]