Your roommate expressed concern for your, shall we say, well being - seeing as she is currently in the hospital. She gave me her keys, and I am on my way over, so please don't be alarmed when I enter the apartment.

After I see you are doing all right, we could play a game, if you like.

[ Were Jesse a smarter person, he wouldn't be so quick to show his face on a network full of strangers. Never know who's out to get you, after all. But Mr. White always had him beat in the paranoia department, and Mike was always the one looking over their shoulders, so it just doesn't occur to Jesse right away that maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Regardless, he's sitting uneasily in front of the webcam, staring into it with piercing blue eyes and a furrowed brow. ]

What is this? Like, Xanga and Youtube had an ugly baby? Do we introduce ourselves? Yo, this is Jesse Pinkman from the ABQ. Mr. White, if you're out there, this isn't exactly what I thought was gonna happen after we—

[ But he's at least smart enough not to finish that sentence: killed our boss and burned down our meth lab. So he shuts up quickly, looks off to the side and rubs a hand over his tired face. ]

After we, uh. Did the thing.

[ So smooth! Jesse sucks in a breath through his teeth before trying again. ]

Alright, so what's the deal? Is this some kind of island retreat rehab? 'Cause I'm not drinkin' the "let's learn how to be real" Kool-Aid. I got enough shit on my plate.

[ His gaze is sharp when he looks back to the camera, suddenly curious. ]

Is anyone even out there? Or do they just tell you that to make you think you're not crazy. "No, man, there's a whole city full of fictional people just like you!" Sounds like horseshit to me. So, uh— hit me back if you know what's up, I guess. Peace.

[ And yeah he's going to mutter something under his breath about lame-ass video blogging as he shuts the camera off. A real ray of sunshine, this one. ]

So. Monsters. That's normal around here?



Took me some time to get the supplies but I have the photos from the Beach Party developed. You would not believe how hard it was to find some simple Metol and Quinone.

Apologies to New Brew regulars. The adorable barista is taking a little time off to care for his needy boyfriend.

Actually, no. I'm not sorry. I need it. Sorry, but you're gonna have to deal with it for a while.

( [Private to Torchwood: New Moore] )

( [Private: Jack's Rescue Team] )

Most of us already know how to live a normal life don't ya think? I'm real now, whatever. I'll do fine in the real world. Somebody should let us off the island now.

[ munch munch. yes she's eating something as she speaks. ]

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just fight my way out of here?

Feliks, Yosuke, Souji -- I've got the week off work.  Since we've got no idea how long it's going to be before this island starts messing with us again, I figured we should try to schedule as much relaxation as we can while the quiet lasts.  What do you have going on this week?

Victor, Peter, you guys are welcome too, if you're interested.

[Locked to Ramona]

Hey.  Sorry I've had so many late nights in the past couple weeks, but I've got the free time now to make up for it.  Are you free this evening?

HEY DUDES LISTEN

I'm kind of applying for a job but I've never had to apply like a regular joe before, so I don't know how to write a resume or anything. does anyone know how to do that stuff? thanks.