[Day 50]

[emptyyourself]

[Journal Entry - Day 50]

I will not accommodate West. If I am obliged to starve because I refuse to play dress up, I will sit in the Cornfield and rot.

I am not a pawn to be used in his twisted machinations.

[Someone has discovered that not working = not eating. And this is more offense at being assigned as a lowly handyman than anything else.

Comments

[bloodyamericans]

Well he certainly isn't giving us reasons to want to cooperate.

[emptyyourself]

Who are you?

[bloodyamericans]

My name's Sophie.

[emptyyourself]

Well, Sophie. Are you cooperating?

[notthatnormal]

You're not alone.

[emptyyourself]

Lucky me. Do you always talk to strange men via enchanted diaries?

[notthatnormal]

When I figure you're probably not the biggest threat here, sure.

[emptyyourself]

And, of course, everything short of the biggest threat ought to be dismissed as harmless?

[twilightzonemod]

Are you so anxious to go to the cornfield?

[emptyyourself]

If it is the eventual and sole alternative to appeasing West.

Who are you?

[twilightzonemod]

Miss Devlin.

There are ways to get around it, Mr. Snape. Nothing here is the sole alternative.

[emptyyourself]

Indeed?

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

How are the stitches? Is there any sign of infection?

Private.

[emptyyourself]

There is no sign of infection.

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Alright good. I'll probably want to take a look at the stitches in two or three days to see if they're able to come out.

Private.

[emptyyourself]

I'll live without your meddling.