[The feed clicks on to show a very haggard-looking Mai, looking... at a loss for words. She'd decided to make a post, just to distract herself from everything, but... now that it's on, she doesn't know what she can say.]

...seems like we spend all our time here.

[She sighs quietly.]

...he'll bounce back. Just like I did ( Read more... )

( Private//Hackable, with difficult )

( Private//Hackable )

[The communicator springs to life with a BZT sound; Mai, recumbent in her hospital bed - looking very nearly healed, with the obvious exception of her arm, which will take rather longer to mend - drops the communicator into her lap, and gives it a dirty look. Yeah, it's been two weeks....don't think I won't get you back for that, communicator ( Read more... )

( Private to Layton and Johnny//Quite Hackable )

[The viewpoint on the image swings all around, as the communicator bounces and skids along the ground. Mai's barely visible, at the corner of the image... though she becomes rather larger, rather quickly. She stumbles for a moment, as blood pours from a dozen wounds; then, she falls, the impact sending her sprawling. At this point, the ( Read more... )

Hey, uh... you. Didn't catch your name.

I'm gonna throw out a hypothetical, here. Feel free to ignore it.

If she were gagged, she wouldn't be trying to put out hits on people.

Just thinking out loud. Or, on metal, I guess. Whatever this thing is made of.

Alright. Anyone who's actually taking the time to read this, pay attention.

My boyfriend just arrived, and he's pretty disoriented. So be nice. Or he'll get moody.

...that's all.

[EDIT]: ( Private to Self//Hackable )

( Private//Moderately Hackable. She learned from her previous attempt, but she's still a nublet with regards to technology. )

( DISCEDO relationships )