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I'd like for Sirius to be able to assist in the infirmary under the care of Martha Snape-Jones if she would agree to such an arrangement. Her knowledge of his world and empathetic ear is something I believe Sirius would benefit from -- as long as that's not asking too much of you, Martha, and as long as he agrees to.

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Women of the Barge, I implore you to share with me this phenomenon of early onset menopause flooding, because otherwise I have to default to the idea that I'm descending in to insane assholery. More than usual, that is ( Read more... )

[This transmission is stiff, and beyond that, unmemorable.]

I apologize if any of my actions in port were experienced to anyone's detriment. I'd hope that by now, folks would know that there's only so much responsibility someone can take for their actions.

[Private to Sirius]

How do you feel?

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[OOC: Sorry for the spam -- I didn't realize pairings were so close, nor did I realize I'd have an inmate. I could've swore it was the beginning of June yesterday.[She speaks mid-yawn and leans against the wall of her cabin, staring pointedly at the screen ( Read more... )

Is anyone interested in sharing hangover cures from your world, country, time, planet? There has to be something that I can use that isn't poisonous or incendiary. Or involves infirmary needles ( Read more... )

[Wichita's sitting on the floor of her room, the LCD screen of her warden item is casting an eerie glow on her face. She has a bandage taped across the side of her head, almost obscuring her left eye. She half-grins ( Read more... )

This is Doctor Patricia Venkman. Got a call about some abnormal paranormal activity around here? Listen, it's usually nothing: roaches, a litter of kittens, especially vocal raccoons. Hell, I don't even know if this was a prank call or not, but I was willing to get out of bed to head out here, and now I'm not picking up anything. Not that Ray ( Read more... )

[Back-dated to the last day of the port. The camera is resting next to her on the ledge of a bench, and she's looking straight ahead. It's nighttime and Wichita's bundled up on a park bench in her leather jacket and a maroon scarf. She's eating what looks like a candied chocolate apple on a stick; it has little columns of steam rising periodically ( Read more... )