[There's a sleepy yawn and someone mumbling. Then a moment of silence and then a loud yell of alarm. It's Karis, but she sounds distinctly younger than she does when she's alive. Or a zombie.]

What the Hell-?

Dad? Mother?

[There's some frantic shuffling and scuffling before the comm clicks off.]

A gilded cell is still a fucking cell.

Just sayin'.

Uther's balls, I love it when we get fresh meat.

You people really love to kill each other, don't you?

More writings. I'll actually post something IC soon, I swear. Warnings for violence and death.

( Death )

[Clinkclink.]

Hi-fucking-larious.

Someone bring me some booze.

[The communicator clicks on and for a few moments the only sounds are the distant rumble of the engines, the faint splashing of the water against the hull and the breeze. Then Karis speaks up, but her voice has lost its usual gravelly undertones, its rasp. She sounds... human, actually.]...you never think about the little stuff. Like the breeze on ( Read more... )

So your militia officers are already squabbling.

Huh. Now who coulda predicted something like that happening?

So, you people got organized. Lemme know how well that works out for you. Buncha civilian fuckheads.

First time the shit hits the fan, it's gonna fall apart, mark my words...

[Karis is sitting outside the Spectacular Spectacular, eying the door with a malicious glint in her eyes. She raises her communicator and clicks it on.]

So. Who wants to go exploring?