99.1 - Reminiscing

[major_west]

I was given this journal at the time of my death-- or shortly after, anyway. It's odd, looking back at things I'd written when I wasn't really myself. I made a rubbish woman, an imbecilic teenager, and--

Hann--

Anyway. Despite everything here, the loss of identity through floodwater, the ports, all of the arrivals and sudden departures, the death and absolute... pointlessness of many of our struggles, this journal was the only thing that remained constant. I had never wanted to keep one before, but here I am, over a year past my death, and I'm still writing in it and speaking to it.

I wonder if it will remain after I've gone away from here.

P.S. The weasel has a name now. Billy and I have decided to call it Ripley, and we hope that it will grow into its name. And no, Libby, I will not walk it on a leash like a ridiculous mincing queen.

[Private to Morgan]
One of the newer Inmates came to me asking about weapons-- specifically, where he could obtain them. I didn't tell him anything, but I thought you should know, in case he came looking for a shag.

[OOC: AFTER DOING A COUNT AND REMOVING THE ACTION POSTS FROM THE TOTAL, this is ACTUALLY #98. Unless I missed some other action post. So there. I get to stall.]

Comments

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

I used to think it was pretty futile. I'd like to think I can find a reason here.

Perhaps, Major, leaving something to be remembered by makes it far from pointless.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. Although, should it come down to that, I hope that I'll be able to remove the more embarrassing entries before I go.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

Might be a good thing to do. If you have control over your legacy, it's best to exercise it.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Nobody needs to know about some of these past floods.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

The more people talk about them, the more I worry about them.