Okay.

Yesterday?

So much funnier when you're on the shooting end of the gun.

It's still bloody hot out, though. Anyone got any solutions to that? Shite. I'm not cooking tonight.

No.

[And there's the sound of a single shot]

If you're sick, for the love of Mebd, take the time to go and find a doctor. I don't care where you go, but I know people are getting ill and it's not like the doctors in this place are actually trained to do something about it.

Get ill. Get help. It's not a difficult formula.

Anyone in the market for computer parts? I have a lot that I should probably get rid of. And some clothes, they're not what anyone would call fashionable or anything but they'll fit someone about 174cm tall and not terribly fat. Mens clothes. Also a really nice leather jacket. And a pair of crutches.

And some old toys. Just a lot of gunk.

Make offers. Or something.

Private to Foster || unhackable

Oy, do I want to know what happened?



[ooc: Yes, she's selling all of Matt's stuff. She may not actually want to sell it so expect some resistance]

Tony fucking Foster.

I swear to bloody Medb if I have to bleed to find you I fucking will. And then I'm going to scar your bloody face. Twice the wanking fool, you've been.

I was in a perfectly ace mood and now you've gone and ruined it, yeah?

Shite. Idiots all about me.

And then you'd better apologize to the people I feed because I'm not cooking tonight, either.

Fucking. Hell.

All right it may sound a bit odd coming from me of all people, but just because something hands you one of these doesn't make you good on using it. Yes, I know, cursed and everything, but sense seems to be lacking. You really want to use a gun that the City just left lying about?

Shite I hope it's just a gun, then. That's all I'm saying.

Whatever.

Private to Rachel || Visible to Julio Rictor and Logan || unhackable

So. I take it you heard? You're supposed to poke about in me head. Confirm me intentions and all that lovely shite.

Fifth of May. I don't remember what I did last year, today and I really don't give a shite, but House said it's some kind of important holiday.

So I made tacos. Sorry, Rictor, I kind of had to break into your flat because fuck if I knew what a tortilla was actually supposed to look like. There's a plate of them on your table, though. And a beer. And your lock isn't actually broken.

Anyway.

Does anyone know what this holiday is supposed to mean?

Private to Caspian || action

I got you a hat because I heard it's traditional. I know you like green. Also a bottle of Jose Cuervo.

[ooc: Why yes, Narnians, she is on your porch with a tupperware full of tacos. Strike filtered away from Caspian but visible to everyone else!]

Nnnnn?

[There's a sound of something rustling, and something dripping - one drop at a time. The camera is moving, falling, until it lands on the ground where Eden looks asleep. She doesn't shift, and the lighting is bad. The dripping continues; and it's clear she's on the floor]

Matt?

[She doesn't move, but her eyes close tighter]

Can yeh come get me?

Stupid curse. Stupid curse on an even more stupid day.

I hate Good Friday. It's a stupid holiday that doesn't mean anything except that some arse copied a bunch of old gods and died then came back. Fucking stupid. I want to go get pissed.

Private to Karolina; unhackable

You ready, 'lina?

You know, you people can show up here and not be loud.

It is possible.

Try it.

[ooc: Have fun, no rules~]

Finals, huh?

Word to the bleeding wise around this joint.

If these arseholes can't make me go to school, do you really think that a fucking final is going to do the bleeding trick?

Oy, Foster, GR. I thought you had given up already. What, can't get enough of the punishment?

Matt's gone.

That's all. That's all I have the energy to say.

Matt went home. He's not coming back. Just.

Matt's gone.

Shite. I don't know what to do anymore.

Sing me a fucking ballad.

No, that isn't an invitation. It's a bleeding saying. It means keep whining, for those not versed in speech.

Well, some of us (that means you, Amory) waited to give up most of our dignity until after the curse. I just laughed at a lot of people. It was funny! And no one was too extreme. I won't be pissed until a guy asks me if I'm a butcher because he needs the bacon to grease the pole.

And before anyone asks, no one's ever been that crude to me.

Work is booming too. All the doctors okay? Cameron? You settled in? Wilson? No one's starved?

Just let me know. Until House tells me to stop, anyway.

Private to John || unhackable || Action?

So?

I can't believe I fucking put some of those shite candies in me mouth. First off, they taste like fucking crap. Are you kidding me? Like someone took medicine, powdered it, mixed it with some kind of fumes from cleaning fluid and turned it into a fucking heart.

Jesus bleeding Christ. I've tasted better battery acid.

So I've taken to collecting the shites and putting them in a bowl. Yes, House, it is the bowl of candy on your desk. You want to try them, be my guest.

And to all concerned, I'm fine. Unhurt, still hale, hearty and whole. If you go near me again I'll blow your fucking brains out.

[Private to John Connor || unhackable]

Thanks for the other day. Really.

Do you-

Suici-

Shite.

So this shite should be fucking amazing. Amazing. Don't worry, Amory, I'll be there to watch. Possibly to laugh, too. You don't need to be a fucking psychic, prophet, or seer to know the outcome of this gem.

And some people should take an hour out of their busy schedules for a bit of fun, yeah? I mean after yesterday's thrilling bout of selling on the Network, I'm sure some of us have spent a bit too much money, but there's free stuff to do in the City.

Eoin, I'm about to sit on your porch, just so you know.

Finally, a medical word. After a long hard night of drinking your arse to bits, have a good healthy fry-up. It'll soak up all that alcohol. Hangover remedies, anyone? Certain people are going to need them.

I cut me bleeding hair and turned it in.

Matt, it's your turn. Turn about, I'll do it in the kitchen.

So people are losing their memories, without a reason and without a curse. I'm not expert on memory, but I'm also pretty sure that most kinds of diseases that cause memory loss aren't contagious. So the next question is: what's the unifying factor in these people.

And let's be smart, people. Obviously most of them can't answer. So just fess it up. What have your friends been doing that's making them forget?

Eoin, come over. Please. I can't stop crying.

As for the rest of you:

Who wants onion soup? I'm delivering a load today, so House, Caspian, Zach, Gravel, I'll be by tonight.

[ooc: Action for anyone she's delivering soup to, if you want~]

After watching half of this City gripe about how they didn't have their fucking powers and the other half gripe that they had fucking powers (not to be confused with the power to fuck, all right?) I'm pleased to see that you all pulled your collective heads out of your arses and are having a good day.

I am having a great days.

Even if some teabaggers did bail ship, we deal, right?

Private to Rictor || unhackable

Speaking of bailing ship....

/private

Private to Caspian || unhackable

I need to ask you something. Nothing serious!

Ah-

....An bhfuil Gaeilge agat?

Nil Bearla maith agam....

I...Aodhan Mac Cionaoith. Not home. Need. Home.

Sean, Conchobar?

Ah-

Helb? Help?

Find....mother. Taim i gcruachais anois. Athair?

[ooc: Translations: Do you speak Irish? I don't speak English well...; I need your help. Father?]