[Private to Arthas]

Hey, can you spare a moment?

[Private to Booth]

How goes it with the laundry room?

[[It'd been an odd few days, 47 would give the Admiral that much. Whether it was listening to the psychiatrist ramble on and on about invisible, odorless chemicals; whether it was finding out Angelica had brought forth an illness with her return he'd had no idea about because he'd been too busy being neglectful of everything that wasn't his room ( Read more... )

[[Video shows 47 lying on his bed, fiddling with an empty pill bottle. He's tossing it up and catching it at times, but he speaks after a moment ( Read more... )

[[Someone has found a photograph of a target he never killed and therefore changed his life completely. He didn't think he had it anymore, but it was in one of his inner pockets on a coat he'd almost forgotten about.

Needless to say, he's been doing some good ole Fond Reminiscing. Which is never good.]]

What here reminds you of home?

I've just found the collapsed body of Doctor Svetlana...I'm not sure on her last name. I suppressed the blood lose from her neck long enough that she's still with us. She's also got burns on her arms.

Point is: I need a doctor. Now.

[Private to Claire]

You're Malcolm Tucker's Warden, right? I have something to tell you and request, if you have the time. Nothing bad.

[Private to Malcolm and Paddy]The Admiral hasn't said anything yet, but even if I don't get what I requested, I've still got plenty of alcohol. What do you say to a guys' night tonight ( Read more... )

[Private to Bob Fraser]Bob...how are you doing? I apologize for you having to see me in a speed-o like that. I apologize for cursing, as well. That's just...not me ( Read more... )

I think...I figured it out.

[[There's a pause.]]

I keep being inexplicably drawn towards the iceboxes around here and have a massive amount of suits. I think I own a company that makes iceboxes. I even know the inner workings of one, so maybe I'm just a manager? A district manager? Something like that.

And...maybe an alcoholic, too.

[[After a ( Read more... )

[[The voice sounds...a little agitated.]]

So far people seem to think the punch has been spiked, we've been brainwashed, I've heard aliens, the fun little idea that somehow everyone of us shot up or shot down or we're all just generally tripping on some super-effective acid but somehow, in all these theories, it's happened to all of us.What about ( Read more... )

[[Everything ached, and it wasn't because he was on the hard floor in the hallway. He'd died, had the blood of life sucked out of him, had oddly enjoyed it, and then, apparently, been dumped in some random hallway. He'd been awake for all of a minute as he counted it, and his attempts to move in that minute had proved painful and dissimilar to ( Read more... )