52. Smoking.
I need a god damn cigarette.
51. Post flood recap.
Fuck this place. Fuck it so hard.
[Parker has been watching the old vids of SIMs that Jarod's sent her over the ages, so she's in a pretty bad place at the moment. Bother her.]
[Parker has been watching the old vids of SIMs that Jarod's sent her over the ages, so she's in a pretty bad place at the moment. Bother her.]
50: You have got to be kidding.
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.
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.
(no subject)
Another fucking murder. It must be Friday. Jesus, what the fuck ever happened to TGIF guys?
[Private to Commodus.]
You stay the fuck away from Judas or I'll make you wish you had.
[Added to Aleera after Paddy spoke.]
So, are you pissed at me too?
[Private to Commodus.]
You stay the fuck away from Judas or I'll make you wish you had.
[Added to Aleera after Paddy spoke.]
So, are you pissed at me too?
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Video-Awww, look at that face.
[See Parker, see Parker looking adorable. See Parker looking adorable and squeaking for only animals to understand.]
Not even one fucking word.
[For those of you wondering Thisis what she is. Try that on her, though. I dare ya.]
Not even one fucking word.
[For those of you wondering Thisis what she is. Try that on her, though. I dare ya.]
47-Post zombie video.
[Parker is a bit drunk. More than a bit. She's sitting on her bed in silk PJs, and there's clearly a glass in her hand. Next to her elbow is a picture of Little Miss Parker with her mother... whom she looks just like, so yeah, feel free to notice that the kid was her.]
So, is the entire fucking barge having god damn nightmares or is it just me?
So, is the entire fucking barge having god damn nightmares or is it just me?
46.-Parker is totally affected, but doesn't notice from all the other drinking she's been doing.
Dear all you fucking idiots:
You are drunk as a result of a flood. Shut the fuck up about it. No one wants to fucking hear you rant, whine, bitch, moan or giggle.
Spare us. The next person who gets all weepy drunk is going to feel my shoe touch their liver.
You are drunk as a result of a flood. Shut the fuck up about it. No one wants to fucking hear you rant, whine, bitch, moan or giggle.
Spare us. The next person who gets all weepy drunk is going to feel my shoe touch their liver.
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45.-Worrying.
[Private to Morgan]
All right, are you fucking dead or something? Where the hell have you been?
All right, are you fucking dead or something? Where the hell have you been?
44.-Accident voice post.
[There' a little click followed by the sound of satin sheets rustling and then a small, hopeful, sleepy voice.] Tommy?
[A little pause and then there is a large gasp before Parker starts yelling and raging and...sounding tearful?.] NO! No you have got be fucking kidding me. No. Damn it, I fucking got shot for my fucking father wasn't that enough?
I don't want to fucking be here anymore!
Damn it. Damn it. I want...
[Parker had gotten up to pace at this point and then she found the letter from Paddy.] No. Fuck you.
[And then a crunching sound as Parker threw the new communicator thing against the wall.]
[A little pause and then there is a large gasp before Parker starts yelling and raging and...sounding tearful?.] NO! No you have got be fucking kidding me. No. Damn it, I fucking got shot for my fucking father wasn't that enough?
I don't want to fucking be here anymore!
Damn it. Damn it. I want...
[Parker had gotten up to pace at this point and then she found the letter from Paddy.] No. Fuck you.
[And then a crunching sound as Parker threw the new communicator thing against the wall.]
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43-Denial.
Just so everyone fucking knows: that didn't fucking happen. No really, it just didn't.
If you call me Catherine I'll hit you so hard that your brain forgets it has speech centers.
Still... it was a fucking good time.
A good time we're never talking about again.
If you call me Catherine I'll hit you so hard that your brain forgets it has speech centers.
Still... it was a fucking good time.
A good time we're never talking about again.
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42- The answer to everything is: [Video from a deck chair.]
I really don't know what people are freaking out so much for. Just sit back and enjoy the drinks.
41-Parker really hates it when people leave.
Where the fuck is Rube? No really. Where the fuck is Rube? If that fucking asshole has killed him, I'm going to fucking make him into god damn fucking dinner, I don't give a fuck.
Stupid fucking crazy fuckers doing crazy shit and people fucking leaving. I fucking hate this fucking place.
[Private, but hackable.]
Everyone. Always. Leaves. You should fucking know this Parker. Fuck this place.
[Parker doesn't handle losing people well at all, and it's now McCoy, Aleera (in her mind) Paddy talking about leaving, the kid thing, and now both Rube and Paddy and yeah... bad. She is probably going to get into a fight if anyone's interested.]
Stupid fucking crazy fuckers doing crazy shit and people fucking leaving. I fucking hate this fucking place.
[Private, but hackable.]
Everyone. Always. Leaves. You should fucking know this Parker. Fuck this place.
[Parker doesn't handle losing people well at all, and it's now McCoy, Aleera (in her mind) Paddy talking about leaving, the kid thing, and now both Rube and Paddy and yeah... bad. She is probably going to get into a fight if anyone's interested.]
40.-Post Little Miss Parker Blues.
Yes I remember my fucking name.
No you cannot fucking call me Angel.
Denise, I want a fucking drink and I want it now. Paddy, Malcolm, anyone else fucking want one too?
[Private to Five.]
[Something was here, but now it's not.]
[Private to Ned.]
[Something was here, but now it's not.]
No you cannot fucking call me Angel.
Denise, I want a fucking drink and I want it now. Paddy, Malcolm, anyone else fucking want one too?
[Private to Five.]
[Something was here, but now it's not.]
[Private to Ned.]
[Something was here, but now it's not.]
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39-I don't think I'm in the Centre anymore. (voice post)
[A hesitant little voice]
Sydney? Daddy? Jarod? Angelo? Sam?
...
Mama?
I don't think I'm at the Centre anymore... there are pictures of my mama here. Is she here?
Sydney? Daddy? Jarod? Angelo? Sam?
...
Mama?
I don't think I'm at the Centre anymore... there are pictures of my mama here. Is she here?
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38-Not private, cause she doesn't care.
Denise, I want to go to the pub. I'm not going to fucking get drunk, I'm not an idiot, but I want to go and be social. I hate April and think I deserve it.
Backdated to April 14th.
[Barge Filter]
Only the fucking Master could fucking find a place and make it fucking worse than the barge. You almost need to fucking respect him fucking for it.
Has anyone fucking seen McCoy?I think I need a fucking Doctor.
Private
It's fucking awkward that by the fucking Barge's clock, my mother has now been fucking dead longer than I've been alive.
I fucking hate April 14th. I fucking hate it a lot.
[Parker's got an ulcer. Her ulcer is currently bleeding. This may or may not killer; I haven't decided yet.]
Only the fucking Master could fucking find a place and make it fucking worse than the barge. You almost need to fucking respect him fucking for it.
Has anyone fucking seen McCoy?
Private
It's fucking awkward that by the fucking Barge's clock, my mother has now been fucking dead longer than I've been alive.
I fucking hate April 14th. I fucking hate it a lot.
[Parker's got an ulcer. Her ulcer is currently bleeding. This may or may not killer; I haven't decided yet.]
36-God damn fucking dead-Backdated and open for spam.
This fucking hurts. What the fucking fuck? I feel like my motherfucking...
Right. Fucking ash. Lemme tell you something, you fucker who did this: I am going to find you and make it so that your teeth go flying out the back of your motherfucking skull and then I'm going to collect them, make fucking buttons and then when you come back to life, I'm going to skin you and use it to make a new fucking coat and put your teeth buttons on it.
I need more fucking pain meds. This hurts like a bastard.
...
How can this be fucking worse than being burnt to fucking death?
Right. Fucking ash. Lemme tell you something, you fucker who did this: I am going to find you and make it so that your teeth go flying out the back of your motherfucking skull and then I'm going to collect them, make fucking buttons and then when you come back to life, I'm going to skin you and use it to make a new fucking coat and put your teeth buttons on it.
I need more fucking pain meds. This hurts like a bastard.
...
How can this be fucking worse than being burnt to fucking death?
35.
Well wasn't that fucking fun? See Admiral, this is what fucking happens when there's not a fucking pub on board. Bullshit fucking drama meetings.
Private to Denise
I got into a fucking fight. Sorry. Lock me fucking up if you have to.
Filtered to Denise and McCoy
I broke Statler's nose. He was fucking bragging about how he could steal shit from the infirmary and how he was hoarding pills. Maybe you should make that a little fucking harder this time?
Private to Denise
I got into a fucking fight. Sorry. Lock me fucking up if you have to.
Filtered to Denise and McCoy
I broke Statler's nose. He was fucking bragging about how he could steal shit from the infirmary and how he was hoarding pills. Maybe you should make that a little fucking harder this time?
34.-Strikes unreadable.
Well thank fucking god that's over. At least I can leave my room without having to worry about friends people I know punching me in the fucking face.
Denise, I need more fucking smokes.
Denise, I need more fucking smokes.
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33-Lol boy
How can I fucking be more girly as a fucking man. I don't get it.
Also, someone give me a fucking suit.
Also, someone give me a fucking suit.