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[runaway_donna]

Shit

What did I

I can't even handle a bloody

I'm sorry, Anya.

[OOC: I'm really sorry for being lame lately, guys. Midterms and work have been punching me repeatedly in the ovaries. My profound apologies.

Also, Donna feels completely responsible for this. D8]

Comments

Good luck with midterms and work D:

[soundof_drums]

Oh dear. Couldn't even handle one inmate?

Thanks 8)

[runaway_donna]

Really? You're calling me irresponsible?

[soundof_drums]

Well, I'm not the one with another person's wellbeing placed under my care, after all.

[runaway_donna]

Yeah! There's a reason for that.

Your poor ovaries. D: *hugs*

[decemvirate]

Inmate difficulties?

aww thanks

[runaway_donna]

[Filtered away from the Master]

God, I don't know. I thought it was going to be all right, and now she's just... 'spose I did something wrong. Typical.

[Private] He's so bad at this, sorry. >.>;;

[decemvirate]

Can I ask what happened before trying to convince you it wasn't your fault? Which I'm positive it wasn't -- still, I'm curious.

[Private]

[runaway_donna]

My inmate's been gone for a couple of days. She's nowhere on board. And it's not like she wasn't easy to find, either, she was always trying to trade for things.

...I don't know why she's gone.