[Libby's comm catches a few shots of the ceiling as she clutches it in mild panic, utters a rather masculine yelp and tumbles from her infirmary bed.]

Ow! I'm really going to feel that later...

[She turns her comm towards her, to film, when she notices that it's on. Might as well, right? She just would have made an entry later. And right now...she ( Read more... )

Oh, god...

[Libby's groaning. Why? Because she's re-reading her last entry for the third or fourth time. It is not good.]

I am...so sorry for what I broadcast in my drunken stupor. If I'd actually been drunk on alcohol, I'm pretty sure I would have been in blackout territory and remember none of it. I think I'd like that more.

Why my mind turns to sex ( Read more... )

[OOC: Screened away from Jack Shephard and Desmond, out of courtesy to their players! Unless they want them to see it, in which case, go for it!]

Hey. HEY. Everyone.

[She pauses. She's completely blitzed.]

Okay. Now, our resident worst shrink ever--and that's CRANE, not me, don't even start! Anyway. He's saying the Barge is inescacabab...inescapable. ( Read more... )

[Libby looks different than she did when she left. For one, she looks completely rested; secondly, she's dressed in prettier clothes than usual. She's practically glowing, and she actually looks completely happy for the first time since she first came aboard. Then there's the matter of her room, part of which can be seen behind her--it isn't the ( Read more... )

[Note: each letter includes a copy of this photograph.]

( Martha )

I hate to do this so soon...I hadn't planned for this to happen yet, but the truth is simply that I can't bear to wait anymore.

I'm going back to my world--at least, I think that's where I'm headed. I don't know why, or how, but something is telling me that there's someplace I could have been all this time, and I've just been too stubborn to accept ( Read more... )

At least I remember who it is in the photograph now, and I can say with complete satisfaction: I dated that. And I do indeed love him.

Ruby, how are you?

I don't remember booking a cruise...

I mean, my room is nice, and the service here seems great--I'm not complaining. I just really don't remember a thing, not even my own name. Judging from all the other entries here, nobody does. I think I'd be worried if I had even the slightest clue to go by.

And I think whoever stayed in this room before me left ( Read more... )

[NOTE: This is a voice entry. Hurley left Libby a few things, including a letter--the letter is handwritten on paper, however, and doesn't show up here.]

He was here...he came here, all I ever wanted was for him to come here so I could see him again, but...

[She's crying quietly.]I would have given anything to see him face-to-face, so I could ( Read more... )