[Wriggle's been going over the information that was passed around awhile ago for the past few days, thinking hard and staying quiet. Ever since Grady broke her legs, what little confidence she's gained when it comes to openly resisting Mayfield has been shot. It was a harsh lesson in her own apparent helplessness; sure, she's capable of living for ( Read more... )

[GUESS WHO FIGURED OUT HOW TO FILTER CALLS? YEEEEP.

...AND GUESS WHO SUCKS AT IT? YEEEEEP.]

[Filtered to: Shikieiki Yamaxanadu; SO HACKABLE THAT IT'S PUBLIC.]

Um....hi, miss. I was wonderin'- what does it take to get sent to hell when you die? When you really die, I mean, not like what happens here.

[ACTION]

[Housemates, she is sticking a note ( Read more... )

[Mayfield's back! No more beets or communism! She got back all the stuff that Maipole took away, and even her old clothes as well! OH, JOYOUS DAY! Wriggle would be doing a rather ridiculous jig of happiness, except she's found the bottle of vodka left on her doorstep. What does she do with it? Pop off the cap, sniff it gingerly, and then take a sip ( Read more... )