[posting from his laptop in the Center of Camp]

[inthemoodnow]

Okay, so now seems like as good a time as any to get organised. There's that countdown clock and all of those cryptic notes of doom and lots of mysterious beautiful strangers. Speaking of which, if anyone has the phone number for that engineer? Hook me up. I've thought of a few more questions I'd like to ask him

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[bonerkilled]

[BELABORED SIGH]

I'll be glad when this bloody thing is over so I can stop having to listen to announcements about it.

[inthemoodnow]

*making a note, with a very serious expression*

Right, so this one knows how to bitch...

[bonerkilled]

Yes, and this one knows how to be a self-important twat.

[inthemoodnow]

Baby, I was born this way.

You armed or still need something?

[bonerkilled]

I'd be a little surprised if you were still anything like how you were when you were born.

Sure, if you've got something better than a standard issue shotgun. I'm always looking for things to kill other things with.

[inthemoodnow]

*just lets that one slide on by*

I have a few things stashed around camp. Don't trust leaving them in the TARDIS.

[bonerkilled]

And why might that be?

[inthemoodnow]

*shrugs*

He's never liked guns, and she's always been on his side. Besides, never know when he's going to take off.

Are you set with the med people? Need any supplies?

[bonerkilled]

Got it covered, thank you.

[inthemoodnow]

*nods, clearly about to plunge back into getting other people's info*

I'll track you down later tonight to give you some extra firepower.