How's life treating you?

[There's a pause for a moment, and then she comes on and sounds really annoyed and disgusted.] There are times when I fucking hate this ship.

Howie told you what we did was fake, and it was. As for everything else, fuck it. And fuck Rex Lewis too.

( Privates to: Parker, Paddy, Molly, Angelica, Sveta, Tosh, Laura, Adam, Shego, Howie and Aleera. )

[Filtered to Parker's tough ass ladies: Shego, Una, Angelica, Sveta, Laura, Parker and Sarah]
How do you ladies feel about some poker?

[Private to Paddy]
I'm still fucking pissed, I think
Damn it, why'd you have to be such a fucking dick about this
If you were anyone else I'd kick your nuts up your throat
You're an asshole, but I still love you.

[Private to Kay]

How you holding up?

[Private to Judas]
You've been fucking quiet.

I have been giving a warning for swearing in front of my god damn kindergarteners.

I'm going to shoot something.

Oh wait! I don't have a gun!

[Private to Parker]

I know you're related to me, you're in my family photos. What are you doing?

[Private to Paddy]

What's your number?

I'm bringing Tim Drake into the infirmary; he's suffering from some kind of barge coma.

[Private to Shego.]

I found him, he's breathing but he won't wake up, I'm going to dump him into the bed next to you and let Martha and Sveta handle him.

[Private to Paddy]

You have one shitty coupon to redeem when you catch up on sleep.

You know, as far as ports go, that was quite probably the best damn one there's ever been. Admiral, I know you did New York at Christmas, so let's plan on doing that again.

Granted, getting my costume while drunk was god damn hilarious, but it's not like I'm ever going to need to wear it again.

Also if anyone even looks at my Chinese food in the freezer, I'm going to rip their god damn lungs out with my bar ha--

[And then her post is cut off, and Parker poofs for her final canon review. When she comes back on Thursday, she'll be all ready to graduate. If you wanna come and have someone see why the audio is still running in her room, awesome. If not that's awesome too. Oh! She'll have one day of amnesia, but it'll be fine.]

One fucking person calls me Catherine Lyle, and I'll personally remove your larynx with a spoon and a smile.

Right, where the fuck are my people? Denise, Jarod, Green, Jude, Mulder, check in please.

I wanna get out of here.

Laura, you're Paddy's inmate, right?

[Parker is totally pacing in one of the rooms, but she's not stupid enough to go below alone. Spam this up if ya wanna. I may be going out for a bit this evening, but I'll tag when I get back.]

[Those people on the sixth level might here a large amount of swearing and possibly things getting kicked around. People who know her probably get why this is a huge deal.]

[Multiple people checking in is totally chill.]

[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.]