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[emptyyourself]

Allow me to express my most sincere astonishment that so much melodrama can be compressed into three days.

I believe my last entry intimated something to the effect that I would field complaints or questions about my departure upon my return. I seem to recall at least one person was simply frothing at the mouth at the thought that I was swanning

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[most_feared]

Depends on what the last thing you remember was. If it was the Sexbys coming back, since then O'Brien and Beatty were murdered by a very confused Barron.

Hope it went well.

[Private]

[emptyyourself]

I saw Edward Sexby. Angelica has returned, as well? Two murders, and Toshiko has managed to severely injure herself. Serves me right for taking a holiday, I suppose.

Perhaps it's merely because I have this place for comparison, but, in my recollection the past six months have been the most peaceful I've ever experienced.

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[most_feared]

Yup. Both are back. Neither remembers having been here, but at least Angelica is a warden.

Sounds like a dream. [Sort of? He mostly wants to get away from the harsh feelings more than the other aspects of the job.]

I didn't know Tosh was hurt until she brought it up myself. So whatever happened, I didn't see go down. Glad you're back though.

[Private]

[emptyyourself]

They have a good deal of history together aboard the Barge, the Sexbys. A child. Do they remember none of it?

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[takeyouapart]

[Blandly:] You're a horrible horrible person. Oh no. How could you.

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[emptyyourself]

Very effective. I feel duly chastened. Allow me to weep in repentance over what was clearly an abominable act of selfishness.

Have you made any headway on your pet project?

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[takeyouapart]

A bit! I found a spell that helps with immunity to poison which definitely works, so I've been working with that.

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[emptyyourself]

I'd tell you I find that clever, but I would hate to give you a swollen ego.

[scarlet_discord]

[Rather subdued, for the normally perky(ish) teen]

Welcome back, sir. The Infirmary's still kind of full, but people are coming off Death Toll. Had some new bodies in coma'd, though. They should install a revolving door down there.

[emptyyourself]

A revolving door would only be an invitation.

It's interesting that you've decided to give me a report of the infirmary's status, but have said nothing of yourself.

[scarlet_discord]

Thinking on people less lucky than I am helps keep me from falling into typical teenage self-pity.

I'm...okay. I want to murder my mirror-self with a large blunt object, but I'll be okay.

[emptyyourself]

Give it a week. You'll either have forgotten the flood entirely, or will suffer a crippling spiral of depression along with debilitating nightmares.

If it's the latter, you're still human.

[Private]

And I do suggest you speak with someone who has a capacity for empathy. In lieu of a therapist, obviously.

[the_shooter]

You called that frothing?

[emptyyourself]

Do you flatter yourself with the idea that you were the only one to express displeasure?

What it must be like to exist in such a state of inexorable arrogance. The world does not revolve around you.

[the_shooter]

I was only able to see what was said publicly.

[emptyyourself]

And what does that matter?

Do you suppose I would waste my time composing private missives to each and every last individual who conveyed their reservations, and retain my public commentary for you? It does sound rather pointless to reiterate the same point four or five times, simply to satisfy the need of one man to have his ego stroked.

You are not important.

[private]

[goodgrasshopper]

Really, who can keep up with all the petty drama around here. Welcome back.

[private]

[emptyyourself]

I preferred it blonde.

[private]

[goodgrasshopper]

Did you? [She tugs at a lock of hair and inspects it.] And I really thought purple was my color.

[private]

[emptyyourself]

Where did you go?