[Once again, Rex's communicator is having issues. You can hear the sound of kissing and the accompanying happy moans and whatnot that tend to go along with kissing. Then, there's a pause, a disconcerted grunt and Iago saying:]

Too hard. Rex-- Too hard[OH MY, WHAT HAVE WE WALKED IN ON? There's a surprised yelp, then the sound of some brief ( Read more... )

[Rex is fiddling with some snake skin in his hands. Because one of his snakes was preparing to shed a few posts ago. YAY CONTINUITY.]

Have all of you shed your ridiculous new personas now? I'm not certain what the purpose of that particular flood was, except perhaps to give the rest of us a headache ( Read more... )

Doctor, Claire, Franklin can I speak with see you?

I'm in the infirmary.

Obviously.

[And that's all he's typing, because he doesn't want to talk to the Barge :C HE JUST HAS TO MAKE IT PUBLIC FOR LACK OF FILTERS.]

[OPEN INFIRMARY SPAM]

( TL;DR: REX IS DEATH TOLLING )

[You get voice, because Rex isn't showing ANY OF YOU HIS FACE. Because it's still painted. He hasn't had a chance to take a shower yet, because he's massively death tolled and there are STAIRS between him and the showers. Speaking of, he sounds awful.]

I would like to know how I went from being dead to becoming a... goddess. Where was the ( Read more... )

[And retroactively locked from Wichita to prevent moooore weirdness]["Wichita's" fiddling with the communicator for a moment, then sets it on the desk and backs up. He's swaying and has what looks like a nearly-empty bottle of wine dangling in his hand, which is a pretty horrible idea, since he's recently deceased, OH WELL. Ana's just lounging on ( Read more... )

[His voice is hoarse, since, well, his manner of death involved getting his neck torn up and he might've bawwed like a little girl while fear gassed.]

There is no point to this place. It's just... sadism.

[That's just his way of informing his acquaintances that he's not dead anymore.]

[Cobra Filter]My key was left in my door. I don't care ( Read more... )