I hope these antibiotics and whatnot are enough to keep Magpie off my case. Although it is funny how much it seems to annoy her. Surely just wandering around is good enough. That’s still taking it easy.

<What do you mean, ”excessive purulent drainage and infection.” It was perfectly fine when I reapplied the bandages>

<….Why does it feel like something is off>

[A very tired Callum stumbles back into Monte d’Or] Gosb. Okay um. My head. [He walks to the Ledore manor, lies on the sofa, and immediately falls asleep. His hands are caked in mud]

[He stumbles out of a casino in Monte d’Or. It’s rather apparent that he is not sober in any way] You know what I thjink I should do. [He nods confidently to himself] Need to find those bin. Those bones.

I swear I smell something burning

What an utterly boring day. Empty rat cages. And still no fucking skull pieces anywhere. What is a man to do. I can’t stay in this fancy ass house for much longer if I can’t find anything of use.

WHERE did Miss Woods go. Can she summon poison.

I’m better. Now. Where the fucking did that fucking cat go. Does Miss Woods have some sort of teleportation power. [He looks at his still-bandaged arms] <This is just a minor setback! Nothing I can’t handle! If they keep me here any longer—>

Thank god

<I have to do this on a public computer so no one sees>

Ooc// bluesky moderation has hit him come on Callie

[He groans and opens his eyes. With some rest—and a wee blood transfusion—he’s feeling better. Not by much, though] Hhh…Miss Woods?

Alright. Miss Woods. Bluejay. Where did she even wander off to? Maybe this means I can explore the house a little more. While searching, of course.

@fallenmask.bsky.social I think you’d like this bitch boy youtu.be/C0PgRC2BF6c

At times like this I like to watch a new movie. Let’s see what Wreck It Ralph is about.

Ooc// I fear I gotta go. Toodles 👍

Again. I would like to remind everyone that I am NOT a 🇺🇸

I’d like everyone to know that I am not a freak. At the very least not the freakiest person here.

Oh thank the lord it’s July. I wonder if I can say it now.

[He is storming away from the two cages, reeling from Hershel’s outburst. He knows how similar it was to the sphinx. To the claws pushing against his throat] Stupid…little fucker…

[He hums pleasantly as he wanders through the door and down a hallway, swinging his pistol]

I feel another disturbance. Is someone calling me gay again.

I sense a disturbance. I’m sure it’s fine.

<Father’s day. Which I couldn’t care less for. Don’t care where that fucker went, anyway. No need to celebrate him>

<Maybe I need to work on my design skills>

[“…such an idiot…” (He tosses and turns in his bed. Something’s bubbling to the surface in his mind as he tries to rest) “Callum, you fool. Is crying all you can do? It’s your fault I’m in this mess, and the agents don’t want to hear a blasted child. Shut up.”]

HEY. DID YOU KNOW MAGPIE SAID SHE’S GAY.

<Good lord. Of course they have a whole month. Spectacular. Can’t see what purpose it serves, but I’m sure Swift will turn it into a big thing. And I better prepare myself for whatever that idiot is going to claim. Just trying to hide her own insecurities, I bet>

[He grumbles as he hauls himself out of his bed and limps into the bathroom. After he’s finished, he catches a quick glimpse of himself in the mirror, does a double take, and stumbles back] YOU CAN’T BE FUCKING SERIOUS

skamtebord

[He’s slowly pulling himself down the hallway, his injuries much worse than he expected. Somehow, he hasn’t ran into a nurse, yet] <Damn it! Why was he there?!>

Now that I can get a good look at it, I believe that our clinic is much better than this hospital.

@newcommander.bsky.social Oh, Swift?

(Why can't I move my eyes. Why can't I move my mouth. Is this an internal dialogue? I can't see the end of the horizon— HATSUNE MIKU?!?!??!!!)

The ICU…Surely Mallory will look after his sister, and Ascot will have followed her there, as well. If I’m able to pull this off, Cuckoo will be extremely pleased. …I should set up precautions in case they decide to attack.

What an absolutely lovely day. I wonder how our dear guests our doing. <And wherever Sparrow went off. Did he go to Monte d’Or without me? At least he’s following orders>

Me when I shoot someone.

@newcommander.bsky.social Oh, Swift, how are those tests on Bronev going?

[He turns towards the room he left Victoria and Bronev in] …The hell? Surprised she killed him so soon, with her still groveling up to him]

If Sparrow doesn’t come back soon, I’ll have to demonstrate what I did to a certain someone. Preferably by using her as an example.

Where did Sparrow go? Rather long walk he’s been on. I do hope he’s not doing anything I’ve warned him against. As he surely knows the consequences.

Heeeeey. Did you know what they call me when I eat a dried grape.

How fucking drugged up am I. I just saw someone with blue hair walk past my room. Dear lord.

[He sighs and lights a cigarette. Something’s put him on edge] <The dead can’t come back to life. That’s one of the rules of the universe that cannot be unbroken. So why did I see a dead man, who so clearly recognized me?> <I know that Mallory died. I saw it. But I still have this nagging feeling>