094 // public and private announcements

[thatlibbychick]

As of Christmas eve, Neil McCormick is no longer a resident of the Barge. He didn't graduate, but as far as I'm aware, he's okay. He's just...not here anymore. I believe he's returned home.

I'm sorry I couldn't give him the help he needed, but at heart, he's truly a good young man. I'm sure that wherever he is, things will work out for him. I believe he may have returned home in order to work out whatever he couldn't here.

I think...it may be time for a change.

[Individually private to: Martha, Morgan, Billy, West, Angelica, Paddy, etc. If you think your pup is a good friend of Libby's, they're on this filter. Also Drusilla, even though she's Dru 2.0]

I'd like to speak with you, as soon as possible. Please.

Comments

private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...you're fucking kidding me, right?

About the kid, I mean. Gotta go talk to Laura, man.

What's up, anyway?

private

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

I hope she'll be okay.

...I'm going home.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

I'll make sure of it, no worries. I hope he will be, y'know.

Ah.

Well, I can get why and I ain't gonna object. I'll miss idolising the fat folk with you, though. I'll miss a lot of stuff, y'know.

Good luck to you. And... look after yourself.

private

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

So do I. He doesn't deserve anything he's had to go through, and it breaks my heart.

[She chuckles a little at that, despite herself.] You're the last chubby chaser standing now. I'll be honest, it was a lot easier for me to take the harassment knowing I wasn't alone. Thank you for sticking up for me.

[She sounds pretty tearful despite the laugh. Dammit, she is just crying all over EVERYONE with this.]

I will, Paddy, and good luck to you as well. I'll miss you a lot, and I wish you only the best.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

I know that feeling.

[He laughs] And I'm not setting a great example here. Parker's like a bloody stick. But you're welcome, love. Don't let anyone get to you 'bout it again, it ain't on.

Thanks, love. I'll look after myself, no worries.