[Annnnd on the screen appears a very posh, British Dr. Horrible. Wearing camo.]

I don't know why I'm even bothering to ask, since you lot weren't particularly helpful before, but I would like to know something:

Why are there no less than three men with my face? [Pause, he sees a Claude post.] Ah. Four. And why, when I look in the mirror, do ( Read more... )

[Filtered to THE INMATE RESISTANCE (plus Billy)]Swing's been taken. We need to be careful now, about our communications and who we trust ( Read more... )

Look. I don't--

[fffff PAUSE. As he thinks of what he wants to say]

Isn't there some kinda way to stay here? Permanently, I mean, none of this 'flood' shit. Yeah, I get it, it's a fuckin' prison here, but it beats bein' dead, and I don't--

I don't want to go back. The Major always talked to us about survival and like, how important it is ( Read more... )

Aleera's pissed that I didn't let her play with my junk on prom night cuz I herd she had herpees.

I just wanna go home. Why can't-- why can't things be like they were? No more Infection, anything. Just... reset. Go back to normal. Can I go home?

Dad, Mum-- I miss them.

Where's Selena?

[OOC: Strikes legible, but the last one's crossed out the most]

Oh, quit complaining, all of you. It'll be over in a few days, as it always is. Honestly, is this any worse than a standard flood? You only look different.

[OOC: And he's so pretending that he didn't just have some insane fit of emo and crack open his Christmas booze at the sight of himself. SO. A LITTLE GIRL MIGHT BE GETTING ALCOHOL ( Read more... )

Dearest Readers ( Read more... )

Morgan love, darling, sweetheart, dearest, my very reason for being--: Somebody here may be Infected. Where are you?

[OOC: SO West thinks there's a threat of Infection... in addition to his flood-love for Morgan. Sooo... just FYI he'll probably start getting a bit violent and crazy :D]

Morgan. It's been a while since we've had one of those warden-inmate heart-to-hearts.