Warden Filter-those strikes are pretty readable.

[yourunichase]

Tonight I found that fucking idiot Hoffman in level 8, room 11, Amanda Young's room. Guess what he was doing? He killed Amanda and had assaulted T'Pol and threatened to kill her as well. I subdued him with non-lethal force when he attempted to attack me, and then I dragged his ass to the infirmary so they could take care of the bullet wounds.

Someone needs to put these two on a fucking leash

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[inhistorybooks]

He did what?

[yourunichase]

He killed Amanda and assualted T-Pol.

[inhistorybooks]

Yeah, I heard you, is T'Pol okay?

[goodgrasshopper]

So--they keep killing each other? No one else? What exactly is the problem?

[yourunichase]

Did you miss the part about attacking T'Pol, Blondie?

[yourunichase]

I'm sure she's alright. Someone in the infirmary will check on her.

[Because she forgot that she should have taken care of that too. Damned nanomites.]

[inhistorybooks]

[Trip is just... going to ragequit this conversation and figure out where his wife is. :| But thanks for the head's up, Parker.]

[goodgrasshopper]

...Okay fine. That would be a problem. Why not just lock them up together and let them have it out? They might leave everyone else alone.

[Nanomites took Molly's brain-to-mouth filters away.]

Private, because nanomites....

[yourunichase]

[Parker likes you, Molly.]

We could keep resurrecting them. It could be like placing bets. We could see how long it takes for the Admiral to get sick of their bullshit and keep 'em dead.

Private, because nanomites.... Tasty nanomites.

[goodgrasshopper]

He seems like a patient man, but even a saint would get fed up with their bullshit. I know I am. What do you think? A week's worth of fights to the death? Less?

Private, because nanomites.... Tasty nanomites.

[yourunichase]

Probably two. I had to shoot him twice in order to get him to stay down. You'd think shooting someone in the god damn kneecap would stop him, but no.

So, do we give 'em weapons or make them fight it out hand to hand?

[most_feared]

[Goddammit Hoffman. And goddammit, T'Pol. He hopes she's alright.]

Good job, Parker. Thanks for lettin' us know.

Private, because nanomites.... Tasty nanomites.

[goodgrasshopper]

Well. They do get more creative if they have them...

Private, because nanomites.... Tasty nanomites.

[yourunichase]

We could alternate who gets weapons and which sort of weapons they get. It'd be fun to see them go at each other with random weapons.

It can be like a god damn video game.

[yourunichase]

Yep.

Private, because nanomites.... Tasty nanomites.

[goodgrasshopper]

Or gladiators. Which sounds kind of brutal, but if they're going to do it anyway, we may as well get some entertainment out of it.

I mean, god knows we get enough of their smug, self-satisfied posts. We ought to get a little entertainment every now and then.

Private, because nanomites.... Tasty nanomites.

[yourunichase]

I agree. They had duels in the fucking CES before. We could do it again.

I want to shoot them every. damn. time. they make a post like that.

Private, because nanomites.... Tasty nanomites.

[goodgrasshopper]

With enough wardens around to keep them from escaping? That might work.

Me too. Makes me wish I carried a gun, actually.

Private, because nanomites.... Tasty nanomites.

[yourunichase]

Come on over, kiddo. I've got a spare.

[acid_rayne]

Gee, I could never predict this...

Oh, wait. I did.

Private, because nanomites... Parker, you are Molly's favorite right now.

[goodgrasshopper]

Thanks--where do I find you?

[boughtitall.livejournal.com]

I will deal with Mr. Hoffman.

warden filter - you've got regular howie for now.

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Um. Did you ask for Amanda to come back alive?

[blackbladebitch.livejournal.com]

[Elric's been nanomited and he's with you all the way on the leash, Parker.]

My ancestors would have chained the likes of them to one another and left them to rend each other to pieces. They might have included a wildcat as well for variety. The solution has a certain amount of appeal.

[Private]

[with_discipline]

[Because she's the tiniest bit embarrassed and hiding it. :c]

Thank you for your assistance.