[ filter; maxie, esther, dylan ]
You'd think they'd keep a closer eye on a fucking serial killer. Landvik personally made sure everyone was "on our side"? With what, a fucking lie detector? Is everyone fucking incompetent or psycho in this country?

Well that's just fucking great news.

( filtered private; swearing )

[FILTER: BRIANNA -- UNSENT]
I need I can't fuck. this. shit.

[FILTER: KAYLA]
I need to go spend some time shifted. I won't be in for a while. And just so nobody can say I was being stupid, I'll be around the woods and I shouldn't be out for any longer than three hours, if that changes I'll let you know.

[FILTER: ALEC]
You were right. You were so fucking right how the fuck do you manage to be so right all the time I fucking --

[ filter; erik ]
Why am I even

Ever done therapy before?

[ filter; public ]
Always a pleasure to come home to someone having smashed in the window of my car.

Do Russian Mail Order Brides arrive in a box that once you open you must open four more smaller boxes until you find her?

I am aware that it's way early to be considering, but plans (something? anything?) for Halloween? It's only one of the best holidays of the year.

[Filter: Friends]

SHE BROKE MY NOSE


MY NOSE IS BROKEN


IT HURTS


also I need a bath I smell of garbage. BRUSHIE BRUSHIE?!

never thought i'd say this, but there's something really comforting about being able to work. it's like the one thing that has remained normal and consistent in the wake of everything that happened. i know a lot of people feel researching is boring, but i find it really soothing. you can easily get lost reading over case files and analyzing information all in the name of putting together all the pieces of the puzzle.

i have a doctor's appointment next wednesday, and if all goes well they might be taking out the wires holding my jaw in place. it all depends on the x-rays and how everything is healing, but i have a good feeling about it. i'm getting sick of being on the liquid diet, and while i have dropped mad weight it doesn't feel healthy. besides, i miss being able to hold conversations, and my roommate has been kind of a jerk so being able to tell him off would be nice. also, i need to get a car, and unless someone else does the speaking for me that will have to wait as well. seriously, i have a list of things i can do once i'm not stuck signing for everything since most people i've been dealing with don't seem to know asl beyond a few basic signs. oh well... i'll just be happy when i don't have to blend all my meals.

[ filter; lcu ]
Before anyone starts missing me too much or already started, I got suspended got the longest fucking vacation I've never had I'm on leave until June. If I forget who you are in two months, don't take it too personally.

[ filter; valeria ]
See you're up and about.

[ filter; esther ]
I'm I don't Sorry about last time. Sorry I'm such a

the doctor decided to try and wean me off the morphine, and it's not going well. i miss my magic happy-making button. i've been having weird dreams about people i know being the avengers and other comic book characters, to the point where the nurse threatened to confiscate my e-reader and my laptop if i didn't stop giggling about how much some of my friends resemble certain ones and then whining because laughing hurts. being here is super-depressing, and i think my roommate is doing everything he can to rub in the fact that i can't eat solid food since there's no way in hell he could be enjoying his pizza as much as he's making it seem. [...] pizza makes me think of evan, and thinking of evan makes me sad.

oh! thank you to whoever brought me work stuff, the researching has been helping me feel less slug-like. i forget who it was, i feel like the first few days i was here kinda blended together. the nurse says that's to be expected with the amount of painkillers i was on. they're letting me out on friday, but i have no idea how i'm getting home. oh well, i'll worry about that when it becomes important.

[ filter; rasui ]
speaking of getting home, have you found us a new one that allows pets? i'd rather not have an illegal corgi to go with my illegal kitten. natasha and bucky deserve better.

[ filter; tyler ]
thank you, for everything. the leash and collar are adorable, i just know bucky will love it. and you'll have to wait to hang rasui out a window until i can laugh at it without my whole face hurting.

( delivery to dylan's room )

[ filter; esther ]
Been quiet lately.

[ filter; elva ]
We're not talking about last Friday

[ filter; valeria ]
Good to have you back. Feel better?

[ filter; dylan ]
Mind if I string your roommate up by his ankles?

[ filter; public ]
So what now?

[ filter; private ]
For fuck's sake.

[ mass txt to elva, esther and dylan ]
not burned to a crisp? the fuck are you?

some funny pages today.

i swear to shit the newspapers around here will print anything. write a letter while being a complete tryhard psychotic, and you're in.

for the record, this trying to be poetic thing while threatening to kill people? yeah. sick of that. sick to death.

[Clover]
planning on staying, blossom?

[Mercy]
i have a question. amuse me with the answer, would you?

[Tyler]
[...]

if you run away, it'll be pretty lame around here.

( IIII II )

I'm at a bit of a loss for words, as of late.

I believe I lost them when I heard someone very offhandedly tell me- sometime after the bomb threat, anyway- that I would "be alright" because I was dead already.

Just- no. I wouldn't. I don't even have enough words to say no with. I don't think she meant anything that serious by it- maybe she didn't think it through or something like that- but I could not even begin to express how not alright I'd be if such an event were to actually take place.

Losing Six was upsetting. She was valuable. You all are.

Like I said, I've been at a loss for words. Everything feels a bit like nonsense at this point.

And here I thought we were above getting bomb threats. Guess not. Figured this shit only happened in high school.

[ filter; elva ]
Never got the letter, so what did it even say?