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13th November My name is Lt. Robert "Bob" Floyd. I'm 30 years old and I was born on the 06.04. 1989. I am currently on the Navy Carrier USS Abraham Lincoln and we have been without contact to anyone on land in eight days. Our last mission finished on the 6th of November, and ended with the destruction of a possible uranium storage facility. The last 24 hours have been crazy and inexplicable things have happened. I don't know if we caused this or if this is the absolute worst timing in the entire world, but something is going around the carrier and it's spreading fast. It seems like some sort of mutated flu or virus or something, I don't know. Rooster and Maverick do not seem to have it so it must have been on the ship when we left for the mission. Cyclone is being incredibly tightlipped about everything. I'm not even sure why I'm writing all of this down but I don't know what else to do right now. My grandfather used to tell me about a diary he kept while he was stuck in the wilderness on a camping trip that prevented him from going coo-coo and since I seemed to have inherited his anxious tendencies I might as well write this down if this turns serious. I'm not sure if this is for me to look back on when everything is normal again tomorrow morning or for whoever finds this if we're not getting out of this. We are currently barricaded in the canteen. It's been way over 24 hours. I feel sick to my stomach, but I'm sure it's just nerves. We're all unsettled since the higher ranks aren't explaining anything. By "we" I mean me and about 80 other people. All names will be on the next Page. Okay I guess that's it. (...) 14 November My name is Lt. Robert "Bob" Floyd. I'm 30 years old and I was born on the 06.04. 1989. I am currently on the Navy Carrier USS Abraham Lincoln and we have been without contact to anyone on land in nine days. Well it's been 48 hours now, or maybe less, I'm not sure but things have only gotten crazier. There is definitely some virus going around that is making people act like they lost their minds. I know this sounds out of this world but from what I've seen its like a mix between a cold and rabies. Cyclone let people with fevers be escorted to medical but we're still stuck in the cafeteria for now. Nat isn't holding up well at the moment she's freaking out (like most of us, especially me) but Rooster is trying to help us both through this. I've told both of them about this notebook, and if anything were to happen I made them promise to continue it. I'll write more if anything else happens today.

hehehe apocalpyse post tgm here we go :)

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I am still warming up my writing skills again so i decided to workshop my one shots for the top gun bingo (which you can still sign up to btw!) This is my own crack-heavy spin on sisterhood of the traveling pants and in a way brotherhood of the travelling hoodie :P

Once upon a time, there was a hoodie. It was a zip hoodie that pretty much worked with every outfit- black in color, and the material was soft and just a little fuzzy on the inside. It had white hoodie strings and a nice white lining around the zipper, making it perfect for pretty much any casual occasion. To school, just thrown on over a T-Shirt? Sure, Amazing! Going for a run? Lightweight enough and perfectly loose. Not sure how long you'll stay out, and don't want to get eaten by mosquitoes? TAKE THE HOODIE WITH YOU! That's at least what Jake and Javy gathered. They were fourteen when one of them (they don't know who) showed up to school with it, and from that point on, it was shared property. Jake guessed that they didn't buy it themselves, but none of his sisters or Javy's older brother ever claimed to miss it, so it was anyone's guess as to how they got it. If you asked Javy, it was probably fate. If you asked Jake, he'd probably agree with Javy (since he didn't deem himself a backstabbing little bitch). Javy was one hundred percent convinced that the hoodie was magic, even if it looked rather plain compared to the Fubu and PNB Nation hoodies their classmates would sometimes wear. If one were to examine the hoodie, it probably didn't look like magic at all. Jake was pretty sure most people would guess, "That's an American Apparel hoodie," and not look beyond that. But in every seam and millimeter of woven material, there was something special about it. While most of their peers in college and later in life were convinced that grey sweatpants were the way to charm yourself into anyone's pants, Javy and Jake had their own secret weapon- their hoodie. And of course, you could say "You're both clearly over 6'0 and in amazing shape, it's obviously not the hoodie" (which is a wonderful compliment btw), but that is entirely and completely irrelevant to the matter at hand. Both Javy and Jake had asked their high school and college crushes out, wearing the hoodie (!!!) and scored themselves either girlfriends, boyfriends, or at least a chance. And, most importantly, even if they had previously been given the cold shoulder, while not wearing the hoodie. Thus, the legendary piece of clothing they (mostly Javy) called the sex-appeal sweater was born. It was actually pretty surprising how well it held up even after being used by the same two teenagers and young adults for years on end. It never started to fray, and washed incredibly well, neither fading in the washing machine, shrinking, nor retaining any of the various stains that got on it. Even the root beer float Javy once spilled on himself after being tripped by his family dog, Laffy, and the entire rack of ribs that Jake accidentally spilled over the front because the chair he sat in broke under him. Which brings us to the issue at hand. The hoodie, which is in amazing shape, got them laid time and time again, the one that Javy, his best friend in the entire world, is 110% convinced is the entire reason for him having any game at all, the very one that still works with any outfit, and is perfect for travel, or to relax or to throw on when you have slept in your boxers and suddenly need to answer the door and don't want to stand there nipples out in case it's someone from work or even the old lady who delivers the mail- that very hoodie. It's gone. Jake, and he couldn't believe he was admitting it, actually managed to fucking lose it.

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Sadly, I had major writer's block until literally this afternoon, and now I just banged a bunch of words to a one shot out!

Let's just say I'm putting the daggers in a situation :)