voice; day 106, late afternoon

[enchangement]

What is the _point...?

Every step forard becomes another leap behind.

There is ^no food. Or not enough to go around.

There is a monster in the wa_{ter that they} can't keep in check.

The guess is: the captors are gone.

The ex^{periment has g}one awry.

And we remain.

[ ooc: weird text is meant to indicate parts of River's post that are difficult to understand. Network instability for the lose! ]

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[enchangement]

What do you do when bored?

Other than this.

[hung_garian]

Nothing you're old enough to hear about.

[enchangement]

[ Have a snort, Gabriel. ]

That old excuse.

Neither murder nor sex are new or news.

[hung_garian]

Nevertheless, I don't kill and tell. Especially to teenage girls - I know what you kids are like with your gossip and your rumour mills.

[enchangement]

Mmmhm. [ A giggle. ]

[hung_garian]

Mmmhm yourself, missy.

[enchangement]

Don't know the other teenagers here.

[hung_garian]

That doesn't matter. Everyone here's got the emotional maturity of a teenager - except me, obviously. I've got the emotional maturity of a nine year old.

[enchangement]

Honesty! For once. Or twice.

[hung_garian]

Is it such a surprise?

[enchangement]

Sometimes, a little. Yes. No. Never.

[hung_garian]

Nothing like a little clarity.