[Several hours after O'Brien has left the Barge, Una switches on her communicator. She looks a little shell-shocked, almost like someone who's just recovered from a long illness. (Not that O'Brien can be considered an illness, mind you.) She also may have been crying, but if so, she's pulled herself together well.O'Brien's graduated, and he's left ( Read more... )

[Private to everyone she got a gift from, minus O'Brien. Written.]
Thank you for-well, let's call them the Hogmanay gifts, since that's when they were seen fit to be delivered.

[Private to O'Brien. Video. The camera switches on to reveal an old music box with a pair of dancing figures on top: a Harlequin and Columbine pair. Una's hand appears ( Read more... )

[Private to the Admiral]
Please provide O'Brien with a Two Minutes Hate film from Oceania in 1984, and a means by which to view it.

[Friends filter]
If I haven't already heard from you, let me know how you're doing, please. I for one am glad to have a pulse again.

[Filtered away from O'Brien and Beatty]

In reference to O'Brien's quasi-apology, I would like to offer a genuine one-I am sorry that, as his warden, I did not recognise his plans for what they were and prevent the damage before it occurred. If there are any amends that I can make personally, please don't hesitate to ask ( Read more... )

So that's why the Admiral-or whoever's standing in for him right now-chucked us off in Paris, is it? Maintenance?

I can't say I'm complaining, actually.

[Private to O'Brien]
So how was it, having some new bright young things of whom to deflate the optimism?

[Private to Bertie]
I didn't mean to
You're a lovely man but
We should talk, yes?

[OOC: ( Read more... )

( In which a Swinburne poem stands in for wailing and rending of garments )

[Una looks incredibly calm. Serene, even-almost happy, and not that glittering-eyed imitation of good cheer that's become all too common in her expression these last couple of months. No, she actually appears to be in a better mood than she's been in ages.I've always prided myself on my discretion, you know. Knowing when to be silent, when to bend ( Read more... )

So it's another flood. What fresh hell are we due this time, I wonder?

[Private to O'Brien]
Check in, please. Everything all right?

[Una is affected. Have at.]

As many of you are no doubt aware, I've been rather preoccupied these last several days. If I've been rude, short, or unresponsive to you, I apologise.

[Private to O'Brien]
CES, 1700 hours, if you please. Unless you've any conflicts?

[Shortly after this (locked) log-Una returns to her room from a trip to the laundry room and finds her item going crazy. She hightails it to O'Brien's room and makes a gruesome discovery. This post was meant to be private to the Admiral, but due to pressing the wrong buttons it's on the warden filter instead (and we may be grateful it wasn't public ( Read more... )