Carnaval de la Lumière

This is hilarious! I have never been on an acid trip that felt this real before. This is quality shite, I have to admit. When you Americans drug yourselves, you really go for it with all your heart and soul. I salute you, you beautiful bastards.

Thought I heard howling the other day. Maybe I'm just imagining things.

Anybody have white thread they can spare? I don't have any in my sewing kit and my hem needs repairing.

All this convenience is wearing me out. How many more potions can I try to make

(backdated a few days)
Did you want to stay put? Because I've picked up a few tips on some people I'd like to try and speak to that might - might - be able to help with a way home. But I won't leave you behind.

Has anyone seen Art or Carl since the fire? Do we know if anyone else is missing?

Just me in the house car again. I'm really going to miss Rachel. She actually knew what she was doing with the show. I don't suppose any of you have any dance routines up your sleeve?

Anybody have special plans for ringing in the new year?

Merry fucking Christmas, and hapy new year!


Henley, Amy, thanks for the. whatsit. the watch. and tequila! you, lovely ladies, are fucking brilliant.


[ooc: Peter's handwriting is a bit sloppier of a scrawl than usual. Yay for Christmas booze!]

[Wrapped up in a box, left by the door of Peter's trailer is this pocket watch and a chain for it with a note that says 'Merry Christmas, Peter. From: Amy']

I've been thinking of past Christmases. Some of it's nice to think about, but mostly I just miss home. You'd think I'd be used to life here by now.

[Peter Vincent]
I miss Charley. I got you a present.

So, what would you think of doing a few shows leading up to Christmas with Christmas songs?

I still hate traveling....maybe it's the being cooped up part.

I didn't want to jinx it, but I'm fixed! I'm human! It's been a few nights. I wanted to wait to make sure before I told you.

I don't know exactly what's happening to me. I probably should have told you sooner given you're an expert on things that go bump in the night. I had an encounter with one of the wolves, and they're not normal wolves. Now every night I'm one of them and it hurts. How do I fix it? Please, if you even just have a hunch, tell me.
-Amy

[ooc: Please pretend this was written before dark.]

What do you know about werewolves if anything at all?

How are you holding up? Is there anything I can do?

You know those lyrics ‘You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone’? I think I’m starting to really get it. Yes, I’m homesick. It’s only been about a month and I’m already homesick. There are obvious things I miss like people, but also minor little comforts that this time just doesn’t seem to have. Giant gas station smoothies, ice cream... There’s a theme of edibility for a lot of the little things I miss. Not that the food here is bad or anything like that. It’s just not caramel swirl from the local frozen custard place. It’s not home. This time of year back where and when I belong I’d be moved into my dorm and I’d probably be homesick there, too. I guess it’s inescapable.

What do you all miss?

♥Amy P.

Okay, something has been on my mind for a while. What do we have in the way of weapons? Hiding from the walking dead is a great plan. It’s a plan I happen to like. I just wonder if we can keep safe simply by hiding. Maybe it would be a good idea to have a back up plan. Maybe even go after these things? I’m not volunteering to organize an anti-zombie army or anything like that. I’m just opening a dialogue. I mean, I’m not the only one who’s been thinking like this, right?

-Amy P.

So I guess we're not in Kansas anymore. And it'll be another nine years before what I said makes sense to anybody here.

Never boxed a kangaroo before.

Let's hope this 1930 is better than my last one.