Quietly, quietly, slip along, slip along, thread the stitch, find the bitch, quietly, quietly, slip along.

Lists and lists and lists. Where is my list? People who I have hurt - all of you. People who have hurt me - none of you. None of you have that ability.

Tender, tender, tender.

Sing to me a nightmare. I want to get out of this cage.

I want ( Read more... )

Where is he.

Where is he?

I want my brother back, and I want him back now.

[There's the sound of someone breathing loudly, then the sound of a high pitched scream, and another one, and something crashes and breaks]

I want my brother now!

[ooc: Approach with caution.]

Necrosis.

It's an interesting topic.

But not as interesting as the raceway. The designs are almost complete, but there are a lot of loops...are you quite sure that's how they're intended to be? That the cars can handle them?

Sam are you dating someone?

Private to Socrates//unhackable

I'm bringing by groceries, do try and be there.

Two days of curse.

And a giant spider in the forest.

...charming.

Sam, you've improved?

Socrates, I'm beginning to feel you've disappeared.

Private to Employees//unhackable

I trust everything is all right?

/private

Sweet, sweet cars.

Now that the killer has been...caught, shall we say, can it be said that things will return to normal? Except for my primary design assistant gone - that's upsetting.

Will someone be a dear and show me the fastest way to remedy that?

Now Hiring. There.

And no nasty rumors. I'm quite done with that.

Hello, Jack.

Time for a conversation.

[ooc: Action for Jack. Door to the hospital room is locked, privacy please! Journal for everyone else - cleared with Jack mun.]

I do not like noises, or mess.

I have a headache.

The garage is closed. For now.

Private to Toshiko Sato//unhackable

If you'd like, I have some equipment that you might be interested in.

/private

Private to Gwen Cooper//unhackable

I have some extra sweaters, if you want them.

/private

Private to Owen Harper//unhackable

I hear you're a

Mirrors.

Smashing mirrors is bad luck, isn't it?

I'm afraid paranoia does no good at all ( Read more... )

I fully realize that a good majority of the population is perfectly at ease with the fact that they feel emotions. However, I have said it before, and I will say it again; there's a great propensity for whining when a loved one decides that the fickle nature of the emotional bond between you have been severed, or when one leaves the City for ( Read more... )