( private || unhackable )

So the old man decided to drop in for a sabbatical.

How 'bout them apples.

Everybody hold up okay under the barrage of Chuckie dolls? Didn't even notice them, honestly, too damn busy coming down with some kind of flu from hell. Preemptively: no soup, no visits, I'm fine, period point blank.

( private, hackable by his crew, including the adoptees thereof. )

[filtered to allies; unhackable]

Lady...?

What the fuck happened.

( private; hackable with difficulty if your names are Maria, Lady or Abel )

I hate to say it, but most of you (aka: the ones who aren't the bad kind of batshit) sound like you need a hug.

SUFFICE TO FUCKING SAY you won't be getting one from me.

I hear trees are good for that sort of thing, though. Have at.