016 - Ditched Again.
Loki's gone. If you give a toss. [Speaking of which he tosses Loki's letter over his shoulder and off the deck of the barge.]
013 - Stuck in a Rut.
[Slater looks like he's tired.] My door won't open. It's locked, I've tried everything. [He puts the communicator down nearby, cutting off the top of his head, and makes a few more attempts to open it. He ends up sliding back down the floor, facing the camera.] Could use a hand. Or food.
Entry tags:
11 - Game of Two Halves
[Filtered away from people who've murdered since Slater's arrival (November)]
Right. Football. That game where you use your foot to move the ball about, not that American nonsense where your foot hardly touches the bleedin' thing. [How can you in good conscience even call it that, people, really?] Any one you lot know how to play?
[OOC: If you fear that you can't remember or it was under wraps for whatever reason, feel free to have Slater either forget/not know about it.]
Right. Football. That game where you use your foot to move the ball about, not that American nonsense where your foot hardly touches the bleedin' thing. [How can you in good conscience even call it that, people, really?] Any one you lot know how to play?
[OOC: If you fear that you can't remember or it was under wraps for whatever reason, feel free to have Slater either forget/not know about it.]