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18 June 2012 at 07:57 pm
General Cross Marian
[He hadn't slept much after getting woken up at stupid o'clock. That didn't stop Cross from flopping dramatically all over the mattress after returning from his late-night smoke break.]

[Hopefully Rebecca took a shower before he dragged himself out of bed because he proceeds to use all of the hot water. And then descends upon the kitchen in nothing but a towel, grumbling and slamming open the fridge and cupboards for anything decent to eat. He's sick of eating the rabbit food she keeps around, and hell if he's touching those so-called snack cakes that look like hockey pucks and probably taste worse.]
[ Day 172 ]
18 June 2012 at 08:30 pm
Good morning, inmates. Today is the 172nd day of the third generation! The weather today will continue to be warm and mild in preparation for spring.

I hope that everyone enjoyed the opportunity to visit with the animals from the pet cafe in the park environs of Sector 4 yesterday. The animals certainly seemed to appreciate the opportunity for fresh air, and it was my pleasure to provide that for all of you. Thank you, Miranda Lotto, for the suggestion.

I have been giving some thought to certain matters that might be of interest to all of you -- for instance, the policy on sexual relations, and the policy on sentencing.

I am not prepared to discuss the matter just yet, but... I will keep you updated when I have completed my policy review.
18 June 2012 at 10:08 pm
Miranda Lotto
It is harder to wake than it is to dream because reality seems so unreal )


I...I'm sorry. [Her voice is quiet--tired, worn out.] I didn't mean to um...[lose consciousness]...fall asleep. If you need me--[her voice shakes a little there, but she tries to keep it steady]--just um...let me know and I'll be there as soon as I can.

{OOC: She doesn't know Diva is dead, but those on duty for the DF last night should know about the incident.}
[Action | Open]
18 June 2012 at 11:33 pm
Zelgadis Greywars
[After his moment at the kiosk Zelgadis finds a spot by the coffee shop and plops down. Not at a table, but on the ground, his back against one of the adjacent buildings. A small stuffed lion is set on the ground beside him with surprising care, given how he flounces himself down onto the concrete.]

[He touches a button on his comm, opens his mouth... but then clicks it off. And then he tries again, with no more success. Finally, he flips the comm off his head and onto the ground beside him, utterly disgusted with himself.]