[HEY LOOK, IT'S ARTHUR-- oh wait, no, it's totally not Arthur. He's skinnier, paler, unhealthier and has a big, black snake in his arms, chilling out. Oh, and he's wearing his standard black lab coat outfit, minus the gloves. When he speaks, his voice isn't as raspy as it was, but it's still a little rough. Like Arthur with a slight sore throat ( Read more... )

[HEY THERE, IT'S REX. And he's hanging out in his temporary room in the TARDIS. He's really just using video to show off the fact that... HE'S IN THE TARDIS, BITCHES. NYAH NYAH CAN'T TOUCH HIM. Anyway, he's sitting at a table with a book in front of him, a hefty ~sssscience~ text. One glove is off, for once, so you can see a scarred hand as he ( Read more... )

The wardens are behaving unprofessionally. As if this wasn't entirely predictable. The only surprise is that you've directed your anger at each other.

Did you all run out of inmate scapegoats?

( Private Letters to Zombieland )

[Rex is tinkering with SPIDERBOT, which is currently deactivated for some repairs.  This little creeper may eventually play a role in his attempted coup later.  He's got video on so that his hands can be free to do some delicate rewiring work.  For the most part, Rex is looking at the little robot's innards, with intermittent glances at the ( Read more... )

[Enjoy a soft, ~throaty~ chuckle. Rex sounds like he's in high spirits. PERHAPS BECAUSE HIS ADDICTION IS LARGELY GONE except he still loves feeling powerful so it's still there a wee bit, but the worst is over.]

Suddenly, I feel as though I can breathe easier. Funny how a little population control will do that from time to time. For once, I ( Read more... )

[REX IS BACK IN HIS FULL WHEEZY, GOTHED OUT GLORY. And he's hanging out in one of the common rooms, with... a spindly little robot spider thing creeping around the floor. He's lounging on one of the couches for now, watching idly as it skitters around and pauses every once in a while, casting out a red light to scan various... things ( Read more... )

[Oh no, it's Rex. In his suddenly redecorated room. And what's this? He's wearing a green-red-light green argyle sweater-- so fashionable, so festive. Aside from his ventilator, there's not a trace of black on him. He's humming Christmas carols softly, smiling like a creepy thing, as he hangs colored lights around the snakes' terrariums ( Read more... )

In case it wasn't abundantly clear by now, James McCullen has left the Barge.

[Rex isn't a happy camper about that.]

Perhaps the French can breathe a collective sigh of relief now.

[BUT NOT UNHAPPY ENOUGH TO REFRAIN FROM BEING A BIT OF A TROLL.]

[Filtered From Wichita]
I'm sure this is only going to set me up for disappointment, but I have a ( Read more... )

Now, see, who needs the hooch when you've got some real, honest-to-God fun for the whole family, right outside 'a town! Boy, I wish mama was here for this. She always looked forward to this kinda thing. Always got up early to make her famous cherry pie, so we could have it before we went to the fair. I sure missed mama's pies in the City. They ( Read more... )

[Rex is lounging in one of the swank rooms, looking totally unconcerned about the wardens' plights. AND, HEY, LOOK. Rex has a face again. And the ability to breathe.]

Well, I suppose I should be thankful that the Admiral allowed me to blend in for this port. Still, I would have preferred to choose my own wardrobe. [He's dressed like Tom from ( Read more... )