xp_daytripper: (fed up)
Amanda Sefton ([personal profile] xp_daytripper) wrote2006-12-22 09:58 am

Well, bollocks.

Change of Christmas plans. Big change of Christmas plans. Instead of heading over to Muir, or visiting Rom or even going over to the mansion for free food, I get to spend my Christmas in the brownstone. With all the people I work with. In quarantine.

Excuse me for a minute while I go swear a lot. Wouldn't want to earn a post-it of my own.

Okay, back. Urge to strangle that bloody Infectia woman still there, but at least I won't offend anyone with bad language. Unless 'bloody' counts. And 'bollocks'. Oh, bugger it - I'm English, swearing colourfully is what we do.

But yeah. We're all locked in the brownstone for the forseeable, we're getting tests and the rest done every day to make sure our DNA isn't re-writing itself or something, and no-one's allowed in or out.

Merry fucking Christmas.

Re: Christmas pudding and brandy custard it is then.

[identity profile] x-wallflower-.livejournal.com 2006-12-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? I wouldn't think there'd be trouble with a healing power. Although, maybe if it was a two way street one. Like, you cured the plague but then had a house fall on your head.

*ponders* We'd have to make sure they never wore red shoes, or talked to strange girls from Kansas who happen to have Jack Russel terriers.

Re: Christmas pudding and brandy custard it is then.

[identity profile] x-wallflower-.livejournal.com 2006-12-23 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
True. I guess that's like the teleportation power. It's great to get you somewhere fast but you'd get real sick of carting people around all the time. Especially if no one thanked you for it afterwards.