Subject: Day Doppel-Eins
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Posted on: 2016-01-29 13:02:00 UTC
Wobbles The Clown: Soooooo last night was pretty fun! I built a new play house out of mud and leaves and some sculpting balloons from the supply chest near the spot I picked and I got a good night's sleep, which is really super important because you've got to be on your toesies around a bunch of sleep-deprived professional exterminators and that one guy from Building Maintenance who might have died already, I can't remember. But today was... kind of bad from a me-perspective because a whole bunch of people died of being horribly poisoned by Sueness and/or lightning bolts, and that gave me a whole lot of uncomfortable flashbacks, but my new buddy Gremlin was really super-nice about it and we talked about cartoons and stuff and wow do I ever have to get Young Justice syndicated for the show one of these days, prolly in the fall slot when we run out of Steven Multiverse from that weird Time Lord dimension. Gotta go, the playhouse awaits! =oD
Doktor Trollenfisch: ... I am beink ein fried Trollenfisch at zer moment. However, zer exercise vas interestink in ze extreme, und it ist alvays nice to get out of zer Responsezentrum for zer stretchink of zer fins, ja? Besides, zer important think ist zat I acqwitted myself vell, despite zer strange happeninks last night vherein I grew hands und held zem vizz somevun I have never met. If zhere ist ein Egg, I hope zer IVs vill be perfect for vhatever Hidden Power zer offsprink ends up usink. Und Gabrielle? A Very Potter Sequel ist on zer cards for vhen I am gettink home!
Field Commander Lola McCandless: Well, so far I've been putting stuff to good use, just surviving and working things out as best I can. I set up a watch pattern with Androia, who is... really, really dead now, thanks to the local outbreak of poisoning that happened during the event, but I haven't been able to track him down and blow him up. No kills so far. Saving things for the inevitable bloody showdown.
Algernon, 7th Earl Wymbourne: My efforts to appease the spirit of the Holodeck have alas been in vain, leaving me rather more sleep-deprived than I had hoped. This has led me to sustain gashes on my hands while hunting for berries and, well, my request for a steady source of water with which to scry the movements of my opponents was met in a rather less pleasant fashion than expected. One has to wonder if this is the right course of action... but then, what other course do I have? A lingering death, perhaps... or a swift one, spurred on by the Holodeck's seeming-endless depths of spite. One thing's for certain, though; I will seek out any former residents of the so-called "grimdark" canons for perspective on this matter. Their stoicism in the face of such unrelenting hate has much to teach me, and will no doubt be a comfort in my future career as a Special Response Officer.