1.1.01.01.73: forbidden numbers.

[needshumility]

As Victor has duly informed you all, he graduated. Not without considerable effort or thought on his part.

He has spoken for more than I ever could.

I am, however, about to go home. I cannot, truly, stay. I fear I would lose sight of what I have to do, of what I must do. There is a significant part of me which hates to surrender the freedoms I have gained here, but it would be selfish of me to keep those freedoms to myself. There is a whole society which has none of them - and I have to help bring them about.

Which can only bring me to my final note to you all - never take any freedom you have for granted. Never assume it will always be there. Even the inmates amongst you, who I know have less freedom than myself here. Remember, there is a freedom to love, there is a freedom of knowledge, there is a freedom to ask questions, a freedom to know there are questions that need asking, a freedom to tell someone to fuck right off if you want, and a freedom to take your tie off. It's hard to put freedoms down once you know they exist. Often you only notice how few you have when you see how others live.

Sacrifices for the good of the collective.

[Private to Chromie]

I'll leave you all my questionnaires and notes.

[Private to Jane]

I'm going to leave you with my swatch, and instructions. As well as the notes my father left me. You may want to tell a doctor, so they can ensure nothing goes wrong, or if you're unconscious, but I'll leave that choice to you.

Everything else... I'd like to say to you in person.

[Private to George]

Make sure Jane's alright when I'm gone. I'm sorry in advance if she punches you in the nose.

[Warden filter]

Although I'm leaving, my board will be exactly where I left it. Someone else might want to watch for offensive messages on it, though.

Comments

[Private]

[most_feared]

Sacrifices are a bitch.

Worth it, in the end. But they're tough.

Take care of yourself and I'll take a look at that board every once in a while.

Re: [Private]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Except, in a sense, a lot of them aren't. In going home, I'm only sacrificing things I never had anyway. Except now I know it.

My sacrifice to the collective is part of taking it down.

[Private]

[most_feared]

Some collectives need that.

I'll stand by mine, but I've seen how it can get out of hand. And from the bad end, too, where I was a contributor. I wish you luck, Mr. Russet.

Re: [Private]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It is much appreciated, Mist... ah. It is still appreciated.

Private

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

I'll be in my room most of the day. You can come any time.

Re: Private

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I'll be there soon.

Spam

[thebestnose.livejournal.com]

[It was not a good day. But she had books. She had tea. And soon she would have Eddie. At least for a whole. And, above all, they had their paints. She knew why she was miserable, but it didn't help.

So she waited.]

Re: Spam

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[Eddie knocked on her door, juggling his travelling swatch, and the box of paints he'd got, whilst he did so. He had to show her, after all.]

Jane, it's me!

Private

[strangehistorian]

Oh! Congratulations Eddie!

[WHAT IS THIS SADNESS, DO NOT UNDERSTAND. HE HAS FULFILLED HIS DUTY, SHE KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN.]

... When are you leaving?

Re: Private

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow morning, I think.

Private

[strangehistorian]

Oh.

...

...

Well, I'm very happy for you.

Private

[una_persson]

Congratulations to you both, Eddie. And good luck.

Re: Private

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

Seriously, actually, thank you. You gave me a lot of good advice on dealing with... people. It should be useful.

Re: Private

[una_persson]

You're welcome. I hope it is useful; you've got a hard path ahead of you, if I'm not mistaken.

[what_ho_jeeves]

What? You're leaving? [This is like a member of the Drone's Club going off and getting a job and becoming a productive member of society, never to be seen in the Club again. The height of tragedy.]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I am, Bertie. I've got business at home I can't leave for too long.

I have a nice red tie I can leave you, if you're interested.

[what_ho_jeeves]

One must keep up with one's obligations, I suppose. I hope you find a fruity scheme for ridding yourself of your terrible fiancee without compromising your honour.

I would happily accept such a tie.

And I have a fine bottle of whisky here. Perhaps we can snatch up Georgie and all have one last drink together, what?

[Private // text]

[ifightfor]

You will do well.

[Rinzler has faith in you, Eddie.]

Re: [Private // text]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I hope so.

You will too, Mister Rinzler.

Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

I will do. Congratulations, Eddie. A job well done.

Re: Private

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Thank you, George.

And thank you for trying to help with some... difficulties. It's appreciated.

Re: Private

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

You're quite welcome. For all of it.

[Private]

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

Fine words indeed. You are preparing to leave now also?

Re: [Private]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I am, yes. When do you plan to go, Victor?

Re: [Private]

[failedcreator.livejournal.com]

In a matter of hours. I do not believe it will do much good to drag this on.