015 (Voice)

Mar. 8th, 2010 01:30 pm
uberboned: (Rear Windowing your shit)
Geez. I bet that "Days Without Incident" counter is lonelier than a dateless girl on prom night. Anyone wanna place bets on what happens next? I'm thinking weird alien spores. I'm sure this place would look great colonized by alien lifeforms that just want to eat our spleens.

[Filtered to Max, otherwise known as the AWKWARD FILTER OF AWKWARD.]

Sorry, I got the heck out of Dodge the other night without sayin' anything. My, uh, beeper... Thing went off. Warden business, y'know? Didn't wanna wake you up.

[Filtered to Dean (Viewable by Sam, because Gabe is occasionally a decent person and thinks he deserves to know.)]

Your former Warden kinda... Left me in charge of you until the next sorting, which I'm sure makes you as happy as it makes me, which is not at all. So... We need to talk. And if I do it person, I'll probably end up strangling you.

....I'm not actually sure I won't end up strangling you through the network if this conversation goes where I know it's gonna go, but at least this way, you've got some insurance against me braining you with a bedpan. See? I'm a reasonable guy.

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