[Costigan's talking in his usual chill voice, which is pretty much devoid of accent.]
When my dad died, the father at the service said it gets easier to deal with death as time goes on. I know he wasn't exactly talking about my own death, but I still feel like he had no fuckin' clue.
[Inmate Filter, minus Crane & Slade]
I need some alcohol. Anyone willing to trade or somethin'?
[Private to Donny]
You still here?
[Private to Paddy]
Can I get some smokes from you?
[Private to John]
I'm sorry it's been awhile. You think we could talk?
[Private to Parker]
You doin' alright?
[Private to Howie]
You okay?
[Private to Bruce]
Dick says you want to talk to me.
[Private to Dick] - [After speaking with Bruce, at beginning of spam]
I'm meeting with Bruce. I hope that's okay.
[Private to Mal] - [Forward-dated to Mon night/1st night of flood]
Look, I know this isn't fair, but I've got no idea who else to ask. My warden's cryin' over some nightmare and.. I don't know what to do with him. Can you help me?
[ooc; I may owe a couple people (like Howie) a spam, but I've lost track, so if you're interested, feel free to tag that here. PS, he's also going through some minor withdrawals again.]