In light of recent ports, I'm toying with the notion of teaching anyone interested how to use a gun properly. Obviously, there would need to be safety measures implemented, but I believe there are those who would benefit from learning how to defend themselves.


[meant for his friends, still public]

Is everyone alright? For a certain value of 'alright,' that is.


[private to Donnie]

There are four things I would like to discuss with you, in ascending order of importance:

1. Hobbies.
2. Jobs.
3. Goals.
4. My new shoes.

When and where would be convenient for you?


[private to the Admiral]

I'd like a pair of new shoes. Mine are more or less unwearable now.

[added later:]

As well as a sketchbook and some quality pencils for my inmate.

[filtered to Loki, Peter and Nathan Petrelli, Aleera, Namor, Claire, Libby, and Shell; visible to McCoy, Sam, Chekov, Tosh, and Martha]

Good afternoon all! It seems we have a bit of a situation on our hands, and it would be wise to make for higher ground, as it were. If you'd be kind enough to give me your name and location - privately - I shall make my way to you. Let's not make breaks for it on our own or we could wind up as one of the Borg, which I don't think anybody wants.

Apart from the Borg, I suppose.


[private to Campbell]

A Dr. Jones is in charge of evacuating the first floor. Please follow her instructions. She'll get you to the dining hall safely.

[private to Krycek]

Mr. Krycek? You're the one who's been inquiring after weapons, are you not?


[private to Sexby; added later]

Some news, Mr. Sexby! Your mysterious Mr. Arntzen is an inmate by the name of Alex Krycek, though he may claim to be a warden. He's also rather a truculent fellow.