50: You have got to be kidding.

[yourunichase]

No. No. [A clang here, because Parker has thrown the communicator where it bounced against her bed, giving a sideways view of Parker in a now too tight (and torn) suit. When she speaks, it's in an angry, smarmy tone.]

No. No. You have got to be fucking kidding me. After the fucking fear gas, now this. No. Fuck. Anyone but him.

[Parker screams for pretty much the entire sixth level to hear, and then she kicks her bed and is rewarded with a further tearing sound in her suit before she looks and realizes that the communicator is still on.]

God damn it!

[She stalked over to it and looked into it for a second.]

Fuck this place.

Comments

She'd know that swearing anywhere!

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]

Calm the hell down, everyone's dealing with this shit.

[yourunichase]

Fuck you. I'm Jarod!

A canon term I fear nobody will get :c

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]

And I'm the guy I let set up camp on my island! Which, by the way, was clearly the worst decision I've ever made!

Wait. Why didn't you turn into your fiance?

[Video]

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

[And only because he recognises the room in the video can he make a guess. Have a somewhat regal-looking woman with a concerned expression.]

Miss Parker...? Please don't bring harm to yourself. Is there anything I can do for you? Er... realistically, that is.

[Voice.]-Angry, but not her normal hissy-spitty angry.

[yourunichase]

I'm not bringing harm to myself. I'm fucking bringing harm to him.

Who the fuck is this?

[Voice.]

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

I'm the Doctor. And if you can feel what you're doing, then it's your own self you're hurting.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Imagine that. And here I was thinking that the Admiral didn't have a sense of humor.

[yourunichase]

Fuck you, Crane.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

So eloquent. Did you practice that, or have a flash of inspiration?

[easy-aspie.livejournal.com]

Hey, take it easy on the furniture there. It hasn't done anything to hurt you. Or maybe it has, I dunno, but, um. What I mean to say is... sorry you got the short end of this stick. Flood. Thing.

It'll all be over soon?

[yourunichase]

Would you rather I took it out on someone fucking else?

Not fucking soon enough.

[easy-aspie.livejournal.com]

No. On second thought... ignore what I said. Have at the furniture. It probably deserved it anyway.

Private/Voice

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

You're not kidding.

I hate this.

Private/Voice-Oh Shego.

[yourunichase]

God. It's like the Admiral decided to have fucking masochist hour. What the fuck?

I fucking hate this too.

How are you holding up, Green?

Private/Voice

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Not great.

...

Not at all, really.

he's read up. private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

You okay there, Parker?

He really does follow you everywhere

Private.

[yourunichase]

Do I fucking look okay?

I need clothes, Paddy.

[vampish_aleera]

Miss Parker...?

[yourunichase]

What?

[fuckitybye]

Fucking tell me about it. Jesus fucking Christ, did we just pass Bad 1980s Bodyswap Movie World or some bullshit like that? Fuck.

[This is what Malcolm looks and sounds like now. Younger and slightly more Glaswegian, but otherwise the vocabulary and verbal style seems right at home.]

[yourunichase]

I want to fucking remove the Admirals eyes with a spoke.

[This is what Parker looks/sounds like now. Only you know, more sweary and of course, more bitchy sounding.]

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

Parker, right?

Private.

[yourunichase]

Yeah. Who the fuck is this?

[Voice]

[darknessb4me]

[He clears his throat and begins in a cadence that's clearly an impression of someone - clear, soft, and feminine. He doesn't change the pitch at all.]

Are you alright?

Re: [Voice]

[yourunichase]

I'm fucking fantastic. How the fuck are you?