[Voice; Failed Private]

[papillio_tempestatis]

Mnuh. Think 'm shtill drunk. Shtupid virus.

An' 's makin' my mem'ry all weird, too. I know I 'member datin' Heather, but her an' 'zula both say they're datin'.

An', an' I'm jealoush, 'cause I 'member Heather bein' a nice girlfriend. But I don' 'member her ever visitin' me... But I mean, watchin' them... they're happy. An' they're both my friends, so I don' wanna shcrew it up for them.

Hope the virus 's over soon. Don' like bein' sad an' drunk at the same time...

Comments

[sapphicthief.livejournal.com]

I don't like you being sad, either.

[red-army-btrfly.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, this is Butterfly realizing people can actually access this post. It's hard to tell what she says, since she dropped back into Agatean and for once the community didn't translate it, but it certainly sounds like a particularly bad word. Were this page transcripted, it would probably look like this:]

Oh, [complicated pictogram].

[red-army-btrfly.livejournal.com]

[Once she's had a moment to recover from the heart attack she just had, she sighs.]

Sorry. You weren't sh'posed t' see this.

[sapphicthief.livejournal.com]

Can I do anything now that I have seen it?

[red-army-btrfly.livejournal.com]

's... 's fine. 's jus' me bein' stupid 'cause of the virus.

[sapphicthief.livejournal.com]

You're not stupid. Virus is stupid.

[red-army-btrfly.livejournal.com]

... Thanks. Sorry 'bout everything.

[sapphicthief.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry too. Viruses stink.