[Voice/Spam]

[voiceshall_echo]

[There's a very long silence, as if Shinzon's sitting in the dark without paying the recorder much attention for a few minutes. Then there's some movement, and a very quiet:]

No more.

[The door opens and closes quietly; he never shut off the recording.]

(((Okay! Anyone who volunteered here and here, this is it. Shinzon's snapped and is going to

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[cantrunfromme]

[Alastair knows a crazy voice when he hears it. If only he enjoyed popcorn...]

[voiceshall_echo]

[Have some metaphorical popcorn, Alastair. Omnomnom.]

[stopthat_destro]

[ASSUME A DEAD HOOKER UP IN HERE. Neil, uh, not Rex.]

[voiceshall_echo]

[OF COURSE NEIL, IT'S NOT LIKE THEY HAVE THE SAME FACE OR ANYTHING.

...whoops.]

[bob_fraser_snr]

Bob was walking the levels again, having gotten some rest since people have started to check out of the infirmary. He'd even gone back to the library work.

He'd heard Shinzon's recording, but didn't really know what he'd meant.

(((I am. Restrain and tie up, right? And where would you like to be?)))

[voiceshall_echo]

[He'd meant that he had had more than enough of this ship; Shinzon was losing everything of himself by remaining, and if he couldn't escape, he was going to make everyone else suffer with him. Everyone he could get his hands on, anyway.]

(((Yep, that's fine. Sorry, I was out most of the day. Uhhh we can just say he got to the fifth floor or so.)))

[bob_fraser_snr]

[Bob spotted the thin man out of the corner of his eye. Apparently, a rampage was the solution, given the amount of blood. He moved to intercept him, but kept enough distance away in case he was armed.] Stop.

[voiceshall_echo]

[Shinzon paid the man no attention; his eyes flickered in the direction of the speaker, but other than that he continued walking. The butter knife was still held close to his side, partially hidden by his blood spattered uniform jacket.]

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[lastconfessor]

[Kahlan is being tortured by Shinzon. Go. :D]

SPAM

[voiceshall_echo]

[Shinzon has a butter knife. And a lot of rage. And knows she can't Confess him. :| So he's going to break her wrists at the first opportunity to keep her from using those daggers.]

Spam

[voiceshall_echo]

[Sorry Booth, Shinzon's not here right now. But his butter knife can take a message. Possibly from Booth's stomach, where he's trying to dig it in.]

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[voiceshall_echo]

[It's hard out there for an assassin, bro. Stab stab stab Shinzon doesn't really care for those noises. :|]