[Private to Hayley and Heero, separately, viewable to Kay]

I'm fine. You all right?

[The feed cuts in abruptly, out of nowhere and mid-sentence.]

--ease...please don't hurt my fam--

[And just like that Cooper cuts himself off, silent for one long moment. Then there's just jostling, and a solid thump; Cooper may or may not have thrown his communicator across the room. Everything after that is muted for a moment - then there's ( Read more... )

God damn - [There's some muttered, not entirely intelligible cursing; when he starts up again, Cooper sounds really, really pissed.]

Bastards tried to rob the train, few miles outside'a town. Scared 'em off afore they could take much, but no one got a good look at anyone's face. Trouble didn't come this way, did it?

[Yeah he's only worried about ( Read more... )

[Cooper sounds brisk, like he's a man who lives by a schedule. And he likes his schedule.] Train's leaving for Kansas City in four hours, folks. Don't miss it, we won't be holding the line for you. Next one heading that way won't be till tomorrow.

Henry, you keep your nose outta trouble, understand?

[Private to Una]If there's anything I can do ( Read more... )

[There's a pause before Cooper starts, just a second or two of silence.]

Why is there a coffee maker in my room?

[Private to Hayley]

You doing all right?

[Someone sounds groggy. And grouchy.] Have there been any fucking medical breakthroughs on unexpected comas yet?

[A beat] What the fuck happened this time?

I'm used to busy days. Not physically, really; there was always a lot of paper work, but it was work. It was research, and learning, and getting shit done. [And he's starting to get lazy here. He doesn't want to know everything about everybody because they aren't important.]Can't exactly do much of that here. The only remotely interesting thing to ( Read more... )

All we're missing is Jerry Springer.

Now how the fuck are they accessing our network? [Because he senses a way out with this. :|] Is this the Admiral just fucking with us?

...Again?

That was fun. Next time we do it, I vote we throw someone over board.

[Private to Kay]

My room's gutted. I'm assuming it was you.

[Private to Hayley]

What the hell was our last talk about?

[Private to Persephone]

You'll be the first one to go over.

Maybe Clapet should make all the alcohol on board. We'd never have to worry about anyone getting wasted on the network.

On second thought, what else would we do with all this spare time? [Guess who hates being idle.]

[Filtered to wardens-who-were-inmates]

Why the hell are you still here?

[Private to Dick, added later]So you made the mistake of ( Read more... )