[Isaac graduated during port and made the announcement last night; Cissie posts this shortly after dinner the next day, looking calm and proud and a little sad.]You know, I've been on the Barge for two years, two months and a handful of days. When I first came here, it was because I didn't see a future for myself at home. I didn't have a deal in ( Read more... )

...I think it's just time for me to be grateful I didn't turn into my mother again.

[Friends Filter]

All right, guys. Check in. Who's who?

[Private to Tim... older!Tim. She hopes.]

...Are you still you?

[Private to Isaac]

For the love of all that is holy, please still be yourself.

[Originally posted: on DW]

[Death by violent head trauma leads to a death toll of migraines. But it's mostly over now, and it's been a rough few weeks, and now Cissie has Things To Say and the brains and focus to say them.]If there's one thing the Death Toll is good for, it's that you get more than enough time to think. In over a year and a half, this is the third time I' ( Read more... )

[Cissie's using text today, because she is cranky and wants some privacy.]

This flood sucks. The last one was better. [And yes. She was stuck with O'Brien for that one.] And Admiral, this had better be temporary. I don't need two inmates.

[Filtered away from Sylar. Sorry Sylar.]So, Barge. You like discussing things ad nauseum. Here's a ( Read more... )

[Friends Filter-this is generous, you are probably on it]

[Let's pretend it is the middle of the night. Cissie... looks like crap. Like she hasn't slept since the flood ended, which hey! Happens to be true. She's hollow-eyed and pale and just not herself. ...That lack of sleep might have turned off her usual brain-to-mouth filters.]I guess ( Read more... )

[So, Cissie has not exactly been Ms. Social lately. She's basically been doing her shifts in the infirmary, doing the inventory thing she shares with Howie, and, of course, spending some time in the gym with her archery. Otherwise, she has not been going out of her way to be social or to be out and about, with the notable exception of the rum ball/ ( Read more... )

[Forward-dated to tomorrow morning, before Port starts; someone's pulling her head out of the sand to be a good warden!]

Hey you. It's a port! Put away your paints, we're going.

[Cissie is a wee bit hungover today, but it's mostly worn off now, so she has an important Thing To Do here. The camera's turned on, and is poorly positioned to point at... a book. Wait, she has to adjust it. A bit of maneuvering and the Barge is treated to a video of this book, Monsters Eat Whiny Children. Cissie herself isn't visible beyond ( Read more... )

[So, Cissie's been awake for a little while, but she hasn't had a chance to look back over the network yet. She's a little flustered and frustrated with herself. ...And she has no idea that Beatty or Wichita are back. THAT WILL BE FUN.]

When I said I was going to take a nap, I didn't mean a two week nap. What the heck. How much have I--of ( Read more... )

[Sometime after dumping a letter to her mother over the side of the Barge, Cissie posts. It's a text post as opposed to her usual video, because she's just not quite stable enough to let the whole Barge see her right now.]I don't actually really know what to say about this weekend. Anyone want to do something? Go to the pub, go swimming, camp ( Read more... )