( Incomplete ooc list. )

I thought I put up a post ages ago, but yeah here's my How's my driving post for Miss Parker. Concrit only, please. Logging's off screening's on. Thanks!

Dear Santa ( Read more... )

[Have a shoe, Barge. A left Jimmy Choo stiletto to be precise. A very expensive strappy stiletto which has it's heel hanging off like she'd snapped it some how. The show is dropped onto a pile of several other expensive pairs of shoes, and then there is Parker's ice cold eye.You owe me thirty-seven fucking pairs of shoes, Admiral. Good ones, the ( Read more... )

A couple of weeks ago, I told people we'd do thanksgiving, but we'd do it as a home-cooking sort of thing. So, people, give me what you want for home cooking and I'll ask the Admiral for it. Simple and easy. From people other places than Earth, we're asking for your stuff too, and as with everything else we'll do our fucking best.

[Private to the ( Read more... )

You know there are somedays where I just want to fucking shoot the lot of you.

Yes, we'll do Thanksgiving, we always have, we always will. Next week we'll put up a request board for food stuff. We're going to treat this as a home cooking thing rather than as an American thing. It's more fair that way.

[Private to the Admiral]Give George a puppy ( Read more... )

I swear to god the next time I go into one of these fucking comas, I am getting off this stupid piece of shit boat.

[Warden Filter]I know shit happened while I was out, but I haven't gone all the way through shit to know what it is. But someone had my guns. They were fired recently, and I don't know if I'm missing ammo because of the restock ( Read more... )

Atia, we're going. Come over and borrow something, and then we'll find you a shop later.

Anyone know what the gun laws are like in France?

[Parker's depressingly diminished friend filter. (If you think you're on it, you are]
Anyone want to do something? If I need to spend the whole time cooped up with my inmate I'd shoot myself.

October fucking 14th. We've still got fucking fifteen more days before things end. At least. There are times when I hate this fucking boat. In the mean time, some god damn advice ( Read more... )

Apparently my fudging inmate fell over the fondant railing and is now floating around somewhere. Has anyone...

[An aside to someone off screen] Look. I flapjack told you that I am not a princess. Stop fermenting calling me that!

If anyone finds her let me fafafal know.

COME ON THESE AREN'T EVEN MAKING SENSE!