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[f_ckitybye]

[Anyone on either side of Malcolm's room (level 7, room 5) will have heard him crashing about in confusion-door opening and shutting a few times, occasional expletives as he goes back through the archives and discovers how much time he's lost, etc. Then he posts the following text entry.]

How the fuck is a man supposed to know what's going on and

Comments

[charmedandperky]

Huh?

[f_ckitybye]

English, love. D'you fucking speak it?

[charmedandperky]

What do you mean, keep disappearing?

[f_ckitybye]

You're new here, yeah?

[charmedandperky]

Couple of weeks.

[f_ckitybye]

Reckon no one's told you people just fuck off without warning for weeks at a time or for fucking forever, or take a week-long nap for no good fucking reason, then.

[charmedandperky]

People leave, yeah, I just figured it was for good. Didn't know about the coming back or
naps?

[f_ckitybye]

There's no fucking rhyme or reason for it, love. Seems like people lose time all the time around here. Second fucking time it's happened to me.

You a warden or an inmate?

[charmedandperky]

Then I'm sorry.

I'm a warden. Piper.

[f_ckitybye]

American?

[charmedandperky]

Yeah, why?

[f_ckitybye]

Just wondering. Name gives it away.

[charmedandperky]

Where are you from then? Text isn't exactly informative. Except I dunno, British maybe.

[f_ckitybye]

Been living in London for a while now, but Glasgow originally.

[charmedandperky]

I was in London once, not Glasgow though.

[f_ckitybye]

Don't fucking bother with Glasgow.