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19 - [Video]
[After trying for several fruitless days to find a chink in the armor of Tony's room that doesn't involve taking a hacksaw to the wall, Bela decided on a comparatively easy break-in to Bruce's room. Finding him unconscious and unresponsive, she's given up. In more ways than one ( Read more... ) -
18 - The Devil's due a soul, I'd say
[Private to Tony]
[Whatever was here is so deeply scratched out as to be completely illegible]
[Filtered to Irene, Bruce, Facilier, Sark, McCullen... ...BASICALLY IF YOU'RE SOMEONE BELA CONSIDERS A FRIEND WORTHWHILE ASSOCIATE, YOU'RE ON THIS FILTER.]
Come to my room. I don't care where you are. Do it. -
17 - Written
I, for one, am not grateful to have my mind toyed with, thank you. I would rather be a child and know myself than--
[Scratchings out.]
[Private to Tony]
If I'd been here before, my file would reflect that, yeah? If I'd been here and didn't remember, you would know.
What's happening to you? -
16 - [Voice]
[There's a pause, then,] Honestly, this place is like an emotional yo-yo. A conversational one at the very least.
[It sounds almost labored. Another pause and she soldiers on, her tone moderating out into familiar (sarcastic) smoothness as she does so.] Half of you bemoaning the loss of familiar faces or being mocked for the same ( Read more... ) -
15 - [Written - after her kidliness, her handwriting is her own again]
[Private to Gabriel]
[...There was text here.
It's gone now.]
[Added later//Private to Irene]
Quite the tiny terror you were, it seems.
[Added later//Private to Inara]
I think I'm ready to take you up on that offer.
[Added much, MUCH later//Private to Bruce]
When you found me on the stairs. Where were you going? -
14 - [Video]
[Since there have been a lot of flailing adults and not a whole lot of direct answers, Abby has decided to take things into her own hands.
She holds up a piece of paper to the camera, still mostly hiding behind it. She will communicate. She will not do so happily.
Is this a hospital?] -
[Open Spam] - You wrote yourself into a corner safe, easy to defend your borders
[A little girl of about ten or eleven eases out of Bela Talbot's room, wearing pajamas that are far too large and a fuzzy bathrobe that swamps her. She's cradling a purring Siamese cat in her arms and looking mightily confused ( Read more... ) -
13 - [Voice -- her handwriting still looks like her port counterpart's. 8| ]
The mention of a chess tournament makes me curious--how many here play? And who might be interested in a match?
[Spam for Bruce Banner][It didn't take a lot of debate to decide she wasn't up for a public shower. But the thought of sitting in her room needing one wasn't exactly the way she wanted to spend the evening, either ( Read more... ) -
12 - [Private to Tony]
I'm
There's not
I don't
Can we
Can we talk? -
11- [Voice]
[There's a slight rustling, the background sounds of the infirmary, and then she speaks in as casual a tone as a person can manage while deathtoll'd.]
I don't suppose anyone on board found a chocolate point wedgehead Siamese cat wandering the halls during that whole fiasco. She answers to the name Lisbeth, more often than not.
I was a bit...