[accidental voice;French]
Pierre-Marie, you nev-- [there are sounds of her turning around, and then walking forwards and backwards in the street she ended up in this time. Her limp seems to have worsened a little]

I can't-- Not right now, I was so close-- Jean Desrochelles, the code... Fevain--
[text]...It has been three years since I've seen ( Read more... )

Does anyone know where I could find proper paper and a working pen? Or would anyone be willing to trade with me? I don't have much, but I'm sure we can work something out. I keep re-reading my notes, but I can't add anything to them without these materials. I need to keep them organised, or I'll never... figure it out. Where he is. I need to do ( Read more... )

I'm sure we're supposed to give this rose away to someone, causing hilarious moments of embarrassed love confessions, but some of us don't need that sort of thing, scientists. Though I'm sure that 'morals and values' mean very little to you, in the long run ( Read more... )

I don't understand it. Why would you be upset over someone's death if they come back the next day? If it's a small place and the murderer can be found with relative ease? If it's someone with malicious intent, and not someone able to do what they want, cowardly hiding behind the façade of a war? Here they can hide only behind stone, not behind laws ( Read more... )

At least in the Somme they only got wet when it rained. Of course they lived in trenches, not these buildings, and yet... Perhaps belatedly, I'm realising more and more what a warzone this really is. Some of the creatures tried to get in, but I managed to get rid of them. Perhaps the first floor wasn't ideal after all ( Read more... )

[voice; French]
Manech... Don't worry. I'll-- Even though you're older... I'll prove it to you... For both of us, this determination. [Able to keep the coughing off until then, saving both face and oxygen, but starts a retching cough, now. Audio cuts off.][text ( Read more... )

For once I'm glad I spent most of my childhood in bed (ashes to ashes dust to dust to dust). This is a bridge I've already burned, luckily.

I was wondering if it were strange of me to think that it's normal to not destroy the city you live in. Especially if outsiders are doing a great job at destroying it already. Am I wrong?

I had a dream of was ( Read more... )

[starts as a voicepost; french]

--has anyone-- the hospital, it seems like I could use some Lourdes-- have you [seems to realise that no one'll understand her like this; switches to text]Wheelchairs probably aren't very handy, but-- could someone tell me if the hospital has crutches? I got-- well, needless to say, my leg-- Walking isn't very easy ( Read more... )

I can't sit still anymore. Even if I can't find Manech here, I have to do something. I've seen that there are organisations. Could someone use my help?

Other than that... my hip is giving me more trouble than it should. I was wondering if someone would be able to give me a massage every now and then. I hate not being able to walk.

((Lots of ( Read more... )

If someone replies within half an hour, Manech is still alive

Even during the War, people didn't whine complain as much as I'm seeing here.

It's not so bad. There is still hope. There always is. Stop complaining and do something, I can't sit still for so long. He has to be here.