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It would seem that my dear brother has gone. I'm only surprised because I would have thought he preferred life on a ship.
[Private to Buffy Summers]
Perhaps I've simply grown so accustomed to your constant presence that I failed to even notice you have not looking over my shoulder of late. Is there a reason you're in the infirmary?
[Private to Buffy Summers]
Perhaps I've simply grown so accustomed to your constant presence that I failed to even notice you have not looking over my shoulder of late. Is there a reason you're in the infirmary?
[Private]
Date: 2012-05-21 10:04 pm (UTC)From:[Her voice sounds a little weak still, but it's getting better every hour.]
And, uh. I was killed. I'm out of the infirmary now but not feeling one-hundred-percent yet. Don't worry. I'll be your shadow again in no time.
[Private]
Date: 2012-05-21 10:07 pm (UTC)From:[Private]
Date: 2012-05-21 10:11 pm (UTC)From:[She's not even worried about admitting these things. NOTHING TO HIDE HERE.]
There's a thing on the network about it. Figured you would have gotten the memo.
[Private]
Date: 2012-05-22 03:03 am (UTC)From:[Private]
Date: 2012-05-23 06:58 pm (UTC)From:When people die here they don't stay dead. They're brought back pretty much instantly by the Admiral if you're a warden, and if you're an inmate you have to wait for a warden to tell the Admiral to bring you back.
Except you're kind of sick. People call it death-tolling. And yeah, it's about as fun as it sounds.
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Date: 2012-05-22 02:52 am (UTC)From:Sorry to hear about your brother.
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Date: 2012-05-22 03:04 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-05-22 03:51 am (UTC)From: