Fios a dhéanamh do dhuine

eiremagic @ 2011-11-16T14:08:00

2011-11-16T21:09:00Z

I don't need any more fucking bread!

Oh, for fuck's sake, do you know how much bread is in me bloody freezer?

I don't even fucking know why, it was some shite I did back before, but that was three bloody years ago and -

No more bread.

....the Guinness, that shite can stay.

eiremagic @ 2011-11-10T15:53:00

2011-11-10T22:55:18Z

I fucking swear there was shite I was supposed to do today. I never come to the lab without a good reason and there's paperwork but I fucking know that this isn't the only shite I was supposed to do.

And I'm not fucking drunk! So this shite isn't because I'm drunk, so don't fucking ask!

[She did forget to make breakfast for her roommates. And then she forgot to make lunch.]

I keep writing notes all over the fucking place and I can't remember anything.

[And it's entirely possible that she is also going to forget to eat and make dinner. And if you're in the hospital, she's forgetting to wear gloves while she handles sensitive and hazardous fluids]

eiremagic @ 2011-10-23T15:15:00

2011-10-23T22:15:38Z

[There's a bed, and in the middle of the bed, there's a lump. The lump shifts and a shock of dark hair is shown, and then Eden yawns]

It's too bloody early.

[Bloody. Hmmm.]

And I'm fuckin' hungry.

[The lump moves around a bit and then Eden finally pokes her entire head out of the covers and looks at the clock]

Holy shite is it really already six? Did I just waste an entire fuckin' Sunday?

eiremagic @ 2011-10-05T14:31:00

2011-10-05T21:32:30Z

If you're sick, do us all a fucking favor and stay home or go to the hospital. Don't wander about in a sick haze and get everyone else vomiting this shite.

If you come in, keep your fucking fluids to yourself.

Seriously, this is not a fucking drill.

If you're not sick, I'm going to say this.

Wash your fucking hands and stop touching your fucking face.

[Private to Frankie; hackable]

Don't go to work. Promise me.

eiremagic @ 2011-09-20T15:29:00

2011-09-20T22:30:09Z

I was walkin' out of me flat to go to work and me foot slid through a bloody floorboard. Sliced me fuckin' leg to shite. Normally when people have more splinters than leg they stay home but I fuckin' work in a bleedin' hospital.

I think we need a new fuckin' flat.

[Yes they did move only like...six months ago! Surprise]

One where the floorboards don' fuckin' attack me.

eiremagic @ 2011-09-08T14:40:00

2011-09-08T21:40:06Z

ATTENTION: THE BREAKFAST I MADE THIS MORNING CONTAINED TWO KINDS OF BREAD AND THREE KINDS OF MEAT.

eiremagic @ 2011-08-20T16:31:00

2011-08-20T23:31:56Z

I've got another few minutes here, so I thought I'd share this beeeeeep amazin' number, yeah?

And in case yeh were outta the beeeeeep loop, this will round out this time. Listen up, skangers, I'm only playin' it once.

eiremagic @ 2011-08-10T14:13:00

2011-08-10T21:14:50Z

I figure I've done enough layin' about the house lately, but it's odd comin' back, I needed time to get..back to this place.

Is it too much to wonder if me job at the hospital is still there? I don' even know if I could still do half the shite but I'll pick it back up quick, right? Otherwise I'm goin' to have to spend me days at the bar drinkin' away all of Frankie's money.

[Pause]

Because I'm guessin' this place still doesn' have need for a glorified messenger system.

eiremagic @ 2011-07-29T19:07:00

2011-07-30T02:07:33Z

[There is the sound of sleep - heavy, slow breathing, and then someone moving. Eden is pressing her very cold nose against Frankie's neck.]

Mmm.

[More shifting.]

Damien, yeh stole the bloody covers again.

[A long pause, then a loud thunk!]

What the fuck kind of name is Damien?

[A woman's screech, and the audio cuts out.]

[ooc: Frankie is red text!]

eiremagic @ 2011-06-27T19:36:00

2011-06-28T02:36:32Z

I've been here for three years and almost a half of another bloody year. I know some people've been here longer, but not many.

I feel like I'm about to go back to Belfast. I'll be seventeen again and I'll be in a bloody mess and I'll go back to avoiding me fucking family, and I'll forget everything.

I've never been home in all that time.

I don't even know why I'm thinking about this shite.

Anyone got a compass I could use?

eiremagic @ 2011-06-13T16:58:00

2011-06-13T23:58:05Z

I'm not haulin' eggs, especially if I can' fuckin' eat them. This is shite, and I refuse to fuckin' do it.

We're goin' to get eaten doin' this. Isn' that what happened in that one movie about this crap? Jurassic Park?

eiremagic @ 2011-05-19T16:40:00

2011-05-19T23:40:30Z

Get away! Frankie, Frankie, where the bloody fuck are-

[There's screaming in Irish, and the sound of a gunshot, and then more screaming; this time both her voice and a man's voice, clearly that belonging to Frankie.]

No, away! Away, tabhair leat é! Fuckin' thing shot at me-

[There's a long silence, and hissing, and then silence again.]

[ooc: The Irish is take it away. Clones have been banished.]

eiremagic @ 2011-05-06T19:26:00

2011-05-07T02:26:48Z

Honestly I'm feeling a bit put out.

I think this curse actually passed me by.

eiremagic @ 2011-04-16T16:39:00

2011-04-16T23:39:05Z

What's goin' on?

Hello?

Fuck, Network's quiet as a bleedin' grave.

eiremagic @ 2011-03-22T19:04:00

2011-03-23T02:04:13Z

[The audio turns on suddenly to a whimper]

Ah, shite. Can' come in tomorrow-

[Pause and a hiss]

House that means for yeh, all right? I can' come in tomorrow. I'll let yeh know when I can.

Frankie, bring home somethin' to eat, all right? For a few days. Don' feel like cookin'.

eiremagic @ 2011-02-08T15:11:00

2011-02-08T22:11:13Z

[The camera is on Eden as she is kneading dough, although she looks at the camera, so it's not accidental]

What is it with this place and bad fuckin' poetry? Someone compared me to rose thorn today. I mean all right, yeah, shut the fuck up, I know it's a curse, but really?

I would just say that-

[There's a pause here and she goes still and silent. It lasts almost a full minute before dark blood trickles out of her nose, and then out of her right ear, and her eyes turn black. She cocks her head and opens her mouth, and a stream of sing-song Gaelic pours out.]

Blood changed and wound weary,
Mourning losses not his choice to make,
Through doors of glass turned to air,
Brother's blood calls to brother's blood.

[She manages not to scream, but she does collapse, knocking the camera off the counter and onto the ground, where it shuts off.]

[ooc: Action for the apartment, voice for everyone else. If your character speaks Irish Gaelic, they're welcome to understand her prophecy]

eiremagic @ 2011-02-06T13:52:00

2011-02-06T20:52:05Z

According to Amory, I'm a monkey. I looked it up, not because I didn't believe what he had to say, but yeah, basically.

Occupying the 9th position on the Chinese Zodiac, the Monkey possesses such character traits as curiosity, mischievousness, and cleverness. Forever playful, Monkeys are the masters of practical jokes. Even though their intentions are always good, this desire to be a prankster has a tendency to create ill will and hurt feelings.

Although they are inherently intellectual and creative, Monkeys at times have trouble exhibiting these qualities. When that happens, they appear to others to be confused. But nothing could be further from the truth as Monkeys thrive on being challenged. Monkeys prefer urban life to rural, and their favorite pastime is people-watching.

This shite is kind of vague, isn't it?

Then I went to look up the other sign, I guess it's the Greek or some crap like that, and apparently I'm a Virgo, which is even more vague.

How the fuck do people come up with this crap?

And how the hell does it have anything to do with rabbits that light on fire?

End of the month comes up on three years. Shite. You'd think I'd stop coming up with these questions.

eiremagic @ 2011-01-21T15:46:00

2011-01-21T22:46:49Z

Someone cried all over me fuckin' charts.

What the fuck. Did someone die? This is a bloody hospital, people die all the bloody time! How the fuck am I supposed to read names if the ink's run and the paper's all warped from someone having a good fuckin' weep over me charts? For fuck's sake. The omadhaun nursing staff ought to be dragged out and bloody bombed.

Can't I get a fuckin' break?

[ooc: yes, cursed]

eiremagic @ 2011-01-03T15:27:00

2011-01-03T22:27:39Z

This...isn't right.

[There's the sound of someone's shoes squeaking on the floor.]

Chase?

Chase!, which part of the hospital is...

Chase?

Hey! Are yeh ignorin'...

I swear to fuckin' - hello! Hello? Is this a curse?

[And she turns her attention to the Network device]

Someone had better well bloody hear me! Isn't one fuckin' maze per week enough?

eiremagic @ 2010-12-18T11:23:00

2010-12-18T18:23:19Z

It's only a week until Christmas.

Me ma is Catholic which is the only reason I know anything about this bleeding holiday. I'm pretty sure vampires, arenas where people fight to the death, and getting naked randomly was never part of this holiday's intention, no matter what country you live in. I'd ask what the fuck is going on but hearing that it's just the City isn't exactly a good enough explanation. Isn't December supposed to be a calm month?

I started sending out me Christmas gifts already, though, because they're starting to take over the flat. So Merry Christmas, Nollaig Shona Dui, don't get too pissed. Although that was always our Christmas tradition in Belfast. Arthurs until you couldn't see straight.

[ooc: you friends with Eden? Then you're getting a loaf of bread (seriously what did you expect) filled with raisins and caraway seeds, a candle, and a wreath of Holly. Chase, Cameron, House and Wilson get a packet of delicious cookies. Roomates will get presents later]

eiremagic @ 2010-12-03T15:34:00

2010-12-03T22:34:52Z

[Gaelic;]

Celty, I'm sorry. I think I only made everything worse. Are you okay? Did anything happen on your end?

I'm okay. Not dead, I didn't die.

[/Gaelic;]

I fucking quit.

Anybody got a fag I can have?

Also this music is shite.

eiremagic @ 2010-11-15T17:11:00

2010-11-16T00:11:27Z

Fucking shite weekend.

First off: Amory, you fucking owe me. I don't want to see your fucking face for the next two weeks, first thing, so no favors, no housecalls, nothing. You're fucking lucky I didn't pipebomb your bloody apartment.

Second: anyone in this place with a car they're willing to lend me?

Third: I need to get me fucking charts in bloody order. I take a few days off and it looks like the bloody lab blew up.

Fourth: Sorry I had to take a few days off.

[Private to Frankie + Jessica | unhackable]

Guys, we need to move.

eiremagic @ 2010-11-05T17:44:00

2010-11-06T00:45:06Z

Fifth of fucking November.

You'd think that a country that's had its fucking share of people trying to fucking blow up their center of government would get a fucking clue about how they treat people, wouldn't you? But power of the sword, and all that shite.

Also you know, fireworks are kind of crap? But I made some anyway. It's a trick, making fireworks when you're used to making something with a fuckload more power behind it, but right-o. I made these for the Fourth of July but I guess they still work. I suppose here, beyond some arseholes, there's no real reason to hate on most of the tan.

Fuck.

I have been here too long.

eiremagic @ 2010-10-05T20:15:00

2010-10-06T03:15:39Z

When I was a kid, all I ever fucking wanted was for me da to see me. I mean, I'm the oldest, and I didn't think that he saw me. He spent a lot of time with me, sure, but he didn't really give a shite about me.

Then when I left for Belfast, all I fucking wanted was for the bloody tan to get the fuck off Ireland and to go back to bloody Britain. I wanted them to stop thinking they had the fucking right to muscle in on a place they didn't have any fucking right to. I ran guns for four years to help. I built bombs. I used them. I wasn't fucking afraid. The tan needed to get out, and I'm not sorry.

So then I ended up here, and now I want to be a doctor.

I don't know how all this shite changed. I still get a thrill from guns, and bombs, and shite like that. But what I wanted changed.

But I don't think that's the kind of want that people are talking about today.

Still think it should be.

eiremagic @ 2010-09-17T19:23:00

2010-09-18T02:24:05Z

Okay.

Because that last curse was just fucking stupid, let's get one thing straight.

Prophecy's all fun and games until you're the fucking prophet, and you're doing something nice with you day, like say, taking a walk or swimming or cutting really hard swedes with a big bloody knife and bam, next thing you know you've fallen and broken a bone or you're drowning or bleeding because you just spouted rhyming bloody poetry about some asshat that doesn't make sense anyway and no one will believe.

There are two kinds of prophecy - the kind that makes sense, which is plain and simple and usually in language even babies can fucking understand, so naturally, no one believes you. That's the Cassandra effect.

The second kind is the kind no one understands because it's in poetry and you spout off on crowns or blood or birds or what the fuck ever, so naturally, people think you're onto something but they get it wrong. That's the Fedelma effect.

Both suck. Both suck for the prophet who was having a nice normal day and now has to see your fucking future. And then it sucks more because people blame you for shite that you're not bloody responsible for.

The future's set in stone, sure. I'll even take that the cookies do a bloody good job of keeping things in nice neat packages. But there's no point in worrying about this shite. Even if you do plan ahead, you'll just get it wrong.

[Left for Caspian at his house with a note;]

Fortune cookies from our takeaway drawer. Enjoy them.

-E