➸ ᴊᴀᴇɢᴇʀ ʙᴏᴍʙs: journal posts.

Yesterday I was out in the markets and I think a couple of girls ahead of me in line were discussing Halloween. Very excitedly, too.

Someone wanna tell me what the big deal is? Because when I was a kid, my sister dragged me out trick-or-treating once, and the most exciting thing that happened was a lady giving us an onion and a New Zealand one dollar coin.

Dios mio, I am so glad that I have such an incredible immune system. I'm sorry for all you poor things that haven't been so lucky. If I can help pick up any slack caused by all these sniffles, just say the word.

My biggest complaint lately is that I'm getting bored with double clicking my own mouse...

Everyone around here done being infected by the plague? If anyone of you gets me sick, I'll drop you quicker than Geiszler gets rejected on karaoke night.

After taking care of my sick copilot, I think it's my turn to feel and look like kaiju shit. I hope no one needs us any time soon.

[ooc: due to being crazy sick, jaime has been scarce for almost 48 hours now]



Fuck, is anyone else feeling like hammered shit?

Anyone want to do something? I've been here over a month now and I feel like I hardly know anyone. I could use some new friends.

I have never been so unbelievably happy that I don't have to eat shit made out of powder. In the last seven days I've done nothing but eat and finally eating has gotten boring, and now everything is boring. Now that just won't do.

As a result of all this being bored shit, I want to play a game. Two truths and a lie.

The way it works is as so:

Write down two things that are true. One thing that is a lie. Then I guess which is the lie. Plan.

I'll start!

1. When I was twelve I was suspended from boarding school for singing James Blunt's classic 'You're Beautiful' over and over again until I was sedated and sent to the hospital for fear of mental health issues.
2. When I was eighteen I got a a tattoo of a unicorn on my hooha as a birthday present to myself.
3. I've only been on holiday once and it was to the US and I spent three hours shit talking the Statue of Liberty.

GO GO GO.

I was out in the city the other day, and a kid, she couldn't have been more than 6, sitting on a corner begging for food, and she looked so damned small I couldn't help myself. Got to thinking when I was getting her and her brother something to eat (aside from how it could've looked like I was some creep trying to take kids), that these kids have no damn idea what life was like before the kaiju. We've all got moments like that in our lives, when something happens and it alters everything you knew about the world, your place... and anyone born after, they have no damn idea what it's like to go through something. The change for us is their normal. Hell, even my daughter barely remembers.

I hope to God more kids know what it's like without them one day.

JAIME: [in portuguese]

Sorry I left so quickly. I'll be back later.

AUBREY:

You do know you can't keep secrets from co-pilots, don't you?

So did the cooks just shit into a pot this morning and call it a day, or is that what passes for sustenance in this place?

Thank god I have a bottle of gin and some olives, otherwise I'd be in danger of starvation.

Obviously, to distract us from the imminent horrors of powdered bacon, it's time for a game.

You know it's the transdimensional seamonsterpocalypse when...

Append as desired.

I wonder what everyone would think about us if they knew what our lives were really like behind closed doors. Would they like us more or less if they knew we really were just like them? I remember seeing rangers made out to be superstars in the news, and now I'm sitting in my shorts eating cake from home and watching a telenovela.

If they somehow come up with and serve powdered bacon, I'm going to fucking kill someone.

Hello. I am Nikolai, otherwise known as a Russian who speaks Japanese who was, until quite recently, lost in China. I originally planned to use that as the title of my autobiography, but it is a bit long so I may need to shorten it.

Oh, I am also under orders to apologize for the "ghost" you have all been seeing. It was an experiment gone wrong.

I heard a man issuing several threats near that Kaiju temple today, including one that went along the lines of him picking his teeth with the bones of the next Kaiju to fall. Now, I don't know what sort of creatures he's seeing, but those mechanics are not solid. Unless he meant filing them down into toothpicks which perpetuates a significantly less striking visual.

I'm just gonna put it out there that the rumours are not true and I am not going to jail. As sure as I am that you guys would appreciate my residence in solitary, reports of my stealing a car were grossly taken out of context.

I did in fact steal my brother's car, and if he'd taken me to get froyo in the first place we wouldn't have had this fucking problem. I'm the victim in this! And I still didn't get my goddamn treat. I had leave and everything.

The moral of this story is a) even if I play by the rules I get shafted so what's the point, b) apparently carjacking is not all that difficult and c) your family never presses charges. I really don't see how this has ended in a way that stops me from doing this again.

The bad news is I still don't have any goddamn froyo.

Talking about getting messages from home, I was feeling left out, but I did finally get a package from my parents. Looks like it got trampled by a jaeger and then rolled in kaiju shit, but most of the stuff inside survived.

My brand of cigarettes, news clippings about my brothers' rodeo success, and a Tim Ho's t shirt. I really don't understand the last one at all. It's like my mom thought I went to Hong Kong and became a Canadian tourist?

At least it smells like home.

Private to Andre & Jaime, separately

So. Uh. Hey.

Let's get some beers soon.

Private to Remy

You miss home? Sometimes I just would kill to see a prairie.

I finally got to talk to my niece on the phone today, for the first time since I got here. These time zones are hell for trying to get ahold of family on the other side of the planet. If I want to catch her awake, I have to be up at 3 am.

It was worth it. There is nothing like a 2 year old's squeals of joy when she realizes who's talking to her. I made her promise to draw us a picture. More good news, my middle sister is pregnant again. I told her to name it after me if it's a boy.

She laughed.

Is it entirely too much to ask for a cup of coffee in this place that doesn't taste like it came out of a kaiju arse?

I'm already forced to share quarters with far too many of what only barely qualifies as human males, all of whom apparently subscribe to the mistaken notion that bathing would somehow ruin their record.

It might be the end of the world as we know it, but for the love of GOD, if we're going out, I'm not going out living in a place that smells worse than a Thai prison. And don't ask how I know what that smells like.


...it was the 80s.

Ten years ago last week, Sydn

Most of us have lost someone in the years since We cannot lose sight of

If I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm sorry. I'm Herc Hansen. I'm grateful for the chance to work with all of you.

Am I supposed to say anything else here?