The Barge has been more quiet lately. It feels like the calm before the storm, like everyone is waiting for something. Perhaps they know something that I don't. [There's a small, demeaning laugh.I do wonder: Has anyone noticed the odd arrivals this month? Normally they come around the second and third weeks of the month. Now they come later. Sexby ( Read more... )

Elle Bishop leaving feels like the end of a legacy. Claude. Peter, Adam. Now Elle. There's so few of us left from our world, despite how many needed help. Reformation. Wanted to play heroes, to save the world. It's the end of an era... and none of you even care. Know. Can appreciate.

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Popularity is a joke. How do you people deal with everyone wanting something from you? Wanting your time, your thoughts. Your opinions.

I can barely even think.

[Private to Tim]
I don't know how to do this anymore.

[Private to Cissie]
Are we going to talk

( Spam for Claire )

There's something about a higher calling that most people can't ignore. To find peace, to be special. Once the survival instinct is gone, anything is possible. It also makes it harder to find a reason for most people to live. People who feel loved have a better chance of surviving severe burns, recovering from surgery. So do people who have ( Read more... )

[Private to Tim]
I feel uneasy.

[Private to Santa]
( Tim, Dick, Isaac, Cissie, Stephanie, Judas, Claire, Crane, Slade )

[Private to Tim]
Who have you asked about me? I assume Stephanie, warning her. Maybe Cissie, Claire, Isaac. Slade. Eddie, Crane. Who else? Why?

[Private to Cissie, Stephanie, Slade, Eddie, Claire, and Adam separately]
Did Tim ask you about me?

[Private to Elle]
If I said I needed you to lie for me, to my warden, would you?