[Private to the Admiral]

Could I please have Reaver's gun - I don't know, his favourite - and a supply of bullets? If you could give me thirty and make them so they top up every month like everything else does, that'd be great.

...

I hope you're, uh. Feeling better.

[Private to Reaver]

Thought we might go hunting today. I mean, you can hunt, I'll just ( Read more... )

I only just realised that I haven't actually....well, this isn't writing, I don't know what you'd call it. Saying hello? I haven't done anything like this for more than two months. That's not great, is it? I don't mean to be a wallflower, I don't think I'm secretive, not here. I talk to other people, but...

I s'pose it doesn't come naturally to me. ( Read more... )

And now it's Monday.

So that was odd. The last thing I remember was being on deck - did someone bring me to the Infirmary? Stupid question. I couldn't have exactly sleepwalked there. Thanks to whoever did that. I appreciate it.

Moving on...

Oh. Reaver! I'm your new Warden. Let's have a chat.

[Warden Filter]

So, about Reaver. I'm going through ( Read more... )

[It's video, but not aimed at himself. He's sitting somewhere near the edge of a busy thoroughfare and filming passers-by: humans, almost-humans, aliens. A little kid waves at him and his fingers enter the frame briefly as he waves back. His voice is heard over the background noise; he sounds starstruck, almost exhilarated.]

It's amazing here.

I ( Read more... )

Who else here comes from a world where people can use magic? Or - not just that, but people able to do things that most other people can't, things most people would think of as...supernatural.

[A pause.]

I suppose what I'm actually asking is, how do your worlds treat those kinds of people? Do they have to live in secret, or does everyone else know ( Read more... )

Er.  What just happened?

I remember it started off as if it was going to be a flood, but then...

So did this just become another thing that happens, while I was away?  Does anyone know why they've started?

[Friend Filter]

['Friend' here is defined by the 'one friendly conversation' rule, that's how Merlin rolls.]

Is everyone alright?  I know a couple ( Read more... )

[This is Balinor. Say hi, Barge. He looks....not nervous exactly, but definitely ill-at-ease; even after working out how to do this via several attempts under a private filter (and a little instruction guide Merlin wrote for himself), he's still not 100% sure about this. He's soft-spoken, with a slight Irish accent.]

My name is Balinor. I've ( Read more... )

[Video post! Merlin sounds quieter and more hesitant than usual - not something that'd be expected at all of his invasionverse self.]

Is there a flood on? Has anybody....is anyone missing anything?

[Friend filter]

[This is pretty much 'anyone he gets on well with', a group I would anticipate being slightly larger during invasiontime? If you'd like ( Read more... )

Just for the sake of contrast, I still think that life here isn't torturous and futile.

And I'm not drunk.

Is there, I don't know, a very small flood happening?

[Private to Cara, backdated]

I need to tell you something. Show you something, I s'pose. I should've done it when I was first assigned to you, but I thought....and then with the flood and ( Read more... )

That was...

Nah, never mind. I think we all know exactly how it was.

[Private to Claire]

Hiya. Can I ask a question?

[Private to Cara - backdated to shortly after the end of the flood]

I'm going to come and let you out of my room and then I think we need to more or less never talk about what happened.

[...]

Except that, it's not love. What the flood ( Read more... )