This is probably a strange question, but did anyone else wake up feeling, ah, especially talkative today?

[Private to Chief Shepard//NMPD security]
Sir, I don't think Detective Beckett should come in today. Not unless we can put her in one of the offices for the day.

Help. I can't stop meself.

I love you and can't stop thinking about you. I don't want you to get together with Simon because then I can't get with you.

[ Time to test something. ] Clint, three years ago, when my twinkies went missing on the Helicarrier, was that you that ate them, and not Sitwell like you said?

What's a girl gotta do to get a little action around here, anyway?

After having a fifth student this morning inform me that they have no intentions of paying attention to class, and are only here looking for extra credit handouts to help them pass, I am closing office hours for the day for the good of the rest of you. I advise you to go home, if you are able, before you say something far more detrimental to someone other than myself.

[It's bad enough when he has to so many of them think it.]

I know I owe you a lot of explanations. Mostly about the whole "no touching" thing.

I've been a proper bitch about it, but I'm just scared about too many people knowing. A lot of shit goes down whenever someone does touch me, so it's not exactly a pleasant topic. ...Actually, we never really talked about The Storm outside our little shithead group back in Wertham. Skeletons in the closet and all; guess old habits die hard.

Wot I'm trying to say is... you deserve to know.

I want a dog.
Is that too much to as for? It's all I ever wanted.
I had one before, very briefly. His name was Bones. I got him when I ran away and ended up getting this nice little setup in Flagstaff. For the first time ever I was completely free to do whatever I wanted. It only lasted for two weeks though.

Seriously though. I really want a dog.

_{[And then Sam has a moment of why did I even say any of that?]}

Lau.

I'm not coming in to work today.

Please don't ask why.

Did I miss a memo about today being "Over Share With Everyone" day? So far I've had a number of... enlightening conversations. Whether I wanted to or not.

Brigade activities are suspended until further notice.

[you might notice a few things as the transmission starts: 1. Texas is clearly holding his phone with one hand away from him, which makes it easy to see that he is 2. driving his car as he does this (seat belt is on, though!) and if you have good vision and can see out the window by his head, you can see that 3. there is clouds and sky and dude is flying his car]

Look, Texas finally got to test this baby!! I had been putting it off because I was kinda scared, but I should have known that I OBVIOUSLY would be as AWESOME on the sky as I am on the ground!!!

[frown, and a small pause as he does what seems to be a dangerous curve]

Wait, I didn't mean that. I wasn't scared! Texas never gets scared! Except with those weird people-eating candies. Texas was REALLY afraid then!

[another dangerous turn, and is that a building on the side? it's hard to tell]

No, I wasn't! What's going on?? What am I gonna say next, that being in a room by myself is really lonely and that I miss the rest of the Burners a lot? Because that's totally, one hundred percent true!

[for a moment Texas looked as if he was gonna protest again, but hey now there's a building IN FRONT of him and he has to do a sudden move, dropping the device in the process and cutting the connection]

what is this? share your feelings on new moore live?




dude, i'm not even gonna go there. i'm out. gone. me and the girls are headed out to find something to shoot.

This is as good as a time as any to confess.

Whatever's missing from your fridge.

I ate it.

I'm not sorry.

To Souji; Jack Harkness; 11th Doctor; Koizumi - individually

I need your help. The friend I told you about who needs help finding his way - who wants to be good. Will you help him?

[It's too much for him to struggle through typing, but the following comes out almost like a compulsory stream-of-consciousness rant. Connor's voice sounds strained, strangled, threatening tears. It's been building inside him for awhile now, something he's been trying hard to either justify or forget, but it's finally clawed his way out, and he can't stop himself from letting it now.]

I did it. I did what everyone said, I'm the monster they always thought I was. I made Angel disappear and I killed or sabotaged every lead they found along the way. I don't care that they found out, but they never stopped to ask me why, nobody ever wanted to know why I wanted him to suffer. They thought it was just because I hated him, but they didn't know the truth -- and they never wanted to know. All they wanted was for me to be a monster they could blame all of their problems on.

I hate them. All of them. Even my father. Especially him. Self-righteous bastard. He thinks he knows everything because he has a soul, because he's some kind of hero, but I'm the only person who sees him for what he really is. A demon. The soul is a mask he's forced to wear; someday he'll kill all of them and then they'll see.

I was right.

I'm glad I sent Angel to the bottom of the ocean. If he was here, I'd do it again.

[Sirius is looking a bit worse for wear already, but he still manages to talk without slurring, sobbing or crying, so he'll count that as a win.]

If anyone wants a silencing charm, tell me. I've made some potions, too, they only last for a few hours. Today they're on the house.

[He meant to lock this to Remus. Didn't work. Damn technology.]

Moony, I need you. Please.

[He also fails at locking this to Harry.]

How are you doing?

New Brew is temporarily closed until further notice.

The network is an interesting place today, though some secrets appear to be more harmful than others. For those who can help themselves, it might be best to keep to yourselves for awhile, if you're not already.

To my students, remember to do your reading this weekend. If this lasts through until Monday, you won't be able to get away with telling me you have if you haven't.


[Private Text to Regina Mills]
I would say this seems like your handiwork, but I don't think people feeling compelled to tell the truth sounds like it would fall in line with your interests.

[Private Text to Alisha Bailey]
You left your video post unlocked. If you need to talk about anything at all, I'm in the apartment this evening. It sounds like you have a lot on your mind. I'm a good listener, I promise.