I loathe you all marginally less than I did in my last post.

Apologies if I seemed out of sorts!

I was wondering if people would like to do a literary swap? I've scavenged a book or two, and read them cover to cover.

I thought we might barter.

What an exciting week!

In light of all the discussion, Adstringendum, let's chat- who would you trust to nominate as ombudsman?

I would never wish for anyone to be forced to stay here, but I mourn for their loss all the same.

Human selfishness again.

Break?

Yes, Emily?

Guess what I found?

What did you find?

A treasure map! A treasure map!

Treasure? My, my- what does it say.

I don't know! I can't read it.

Well, I can't read it either. How are we going to find the treasure, then?

Maybe we can ask someone to help?

This is just stupid.

[But Break is perched in a window sill, laughing his head off.]

All right. We've been through this before with the angels... we can survive it again.

Is any one trapped on their own? It's time for the non-combatants to get into small groups in fortified homes, with as much food as can be carried.

Respond here and we can try to coordinate safe meeting points, and escorts.

I'm out of sugar.

You just volunteered to help me scavenge some.

[Yes, you, whoever is listening.]

I'm looking at you in particular, nephew.

Game of cards, anyone?

[Deliberate, tense. Nothing like the Break that usually winks and flails at the camera.]

[Break is sitting on his windowsill, blissfully unaware of the fact that the PCD has turned on where it's sitting on his desk. He reaches one of his legs out, barefoot, stretching so it makes it past the shelter of the awning and out into the raindrops falling outside ( Read more... )