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[BARGE NETWORK]

How nice. I've just encountered what's likely the one civilisation in the universe where the children are trained to hate and fear the sight of me. Billy, I trust you feel honoured, now, to have been so well acquainted with 'the bad doctor' and come out alive. You see, apparently, I come into houses at night and whisk disobedient children away in my malevolent blue box and sell them to slavers on a moon somewhere. Occasionally, I eat their parents.

[A small sigh, and you can pretty much hear the eyeroll.] And yes, Saxon, I know you can hear this.

I would like to propose a game: anybody who can go for an entire week without mentioning my name-- Oh, no, that's far too simple. Anybody who can go an entire week without even referencing me or my existence wins a sweetie. I know it must be difficult to refrain from harping on the same point repeatedly, as it's clearly provided enough fuel for over a fortnight of repetition, but do make an effort of it, would you.

Billy, you are exempt from this game.

[Private to Angel]
You are still in charge of Security, are you not? If so, I have a question for you: What sort of individuals-- that is, what sorts of qualities are your recruits supposed to display? And before you ask: no, I'm not looking to join your team.

[OOC: West is really tired of Rayne and of his name popping up in conjunction with hers. Hence, this post. SORRY, BERNARD, you weren't the cause of his bitchiness, just the catalyst for this post!]

Has Billy suffered from a massive stroke in my absence, or did we gain a second one?

[OOC: SO West came back, decided that life's too short (or afterlife or WHATEVER) because he went somewhere shitty during his absence, and decided to just man up and kiss Billy. After six+ months of sexual tension.

It turned out to be Barney.

WHOOPS. West's not happy]

The lengths people here will go to in order to coddle a bunch of fairy tale monsters while normal people are the ones who die every week is absolutely ridiculous. If caving in to a creature's demands-- an aggressive creature who preys on humans-- is all it took to keep the peace, then I now realise that I should have simply tossed a man over to the Infected every day back home. Things would have gone swimmingly then.

It would be much more sensible to lock the vampires up and let them starve, rather than attempt to turn this place into a floating blood bank to satisfy one person's endlessly reiterated fetish. If we come into blood later on down the line, their wardens can bring them back. Simple.

It'd be for the greater good.

Morgan:
If the goal of 'therapy' was to make me never trust anybody again, congratulations. It worked. If I wanted to be trapped in a room with somebody trying to molest me, I'd go see a priest.

The Real Dr. Crane:
I have your glasses. I assume, anyway, that these are yours.

Billy:
I don't know if I should have any coffee in my present state of mind. Perhaps we can find something else to do.

Marquis:
Jim thinks you're "depraved" and the source of my nightmares. Idiot.

Jim:
I presume you're reading this. I have your notebook. And I've read it.