( colligo ¬ get collected ) → communications.

You are the deadest man in all of Deadonia.

[ late in the evening, everyone receives a PDA shot video of Owen attempting to rescue an underwear clad Cordy from a bathroom vine jungle complete with snake and oversized scorpion. there are a number of curses as well as some vague, hurtful comments about the size of Owen's penis in relation to the sword that he picked to wield, but the majority of the video, shaky as it is shot, is a nearly naked Cordelia freaking out in frame. And thus reinitialize roommate wars. ]

So I really hope you're home. Because if you aren't, you need to be. Now.

[immediately after]
And if you could open my bathroom door, that would be great. Oh! And bring a really big knife. Or sword. Or machete. Or maybe even all three.

[immediately after that]
Because I'm stuck inside. And wrapped in vines. And I'm pretty sure there's a giant snake at my feet.

[and immediately after that]
And a scorpion the size of my head that's a few feet above my head.

[a few seconds later]
Did I mention I don't want to die again? Because I really don't. Not even a little. The first time was bad enough. Definitely not looking for round two, here. Just saying.

The coffee pot is talking to me.

[ a few seconds later ]
Did you put something in my food last night?

( left on cordelia's bed before leaving for night shift )

Who's for coffee and waffles sometime soon? Possibly followed by drinking?

Maybe Esther can commission a hexagonal or T-shaped waffle iron from that Forge guy for a little taste of home.