Doors

[Olivia L.]

[A reply to this. It's always pretty obvious in his writing when Daniel is too drunk to stand.]

Present. For good service.

[(Accidentally) Public.]

[After seeing this a bit too late. He hasn't left the apartment, and so the gifts are on the front step.]

[Nice drunken scrawl. The beginning of other letters that were originally supposed to be a lock: Ches]

It's March?

Vacation. Didn't see that one coming.

Gabe: 0 Ingrown nail: 1

I'm going to cut this fucking thing out.

Well, I give up. The creepy self-writing book stays.

This is absolutely embarrassing since I posted yesterday, and spamming is tacky (which I am anything but*), but**.

I remember once specifically saying that, as far as geeky, ginger, spaceship pilots who act as comic relief go, I'd rather have Wash over Joker. And. Well. It seems my dreams have come true. (To the fates out there, I identify much more with Salem Saberhagen than anyone else, if you wanna finagle that.)

Cue ( the music. )

My question then is - because, though I'd like to've, I didn't just write this to show off my clearly superior music taste, so -- uh, Zoe? Anyone?




*Haha. Butt.
**Oops, I did it again.

So, anybody know what happens to our headcases when we bite it?

[as Kaylee Frye]

This place is so shiny! D'you ever just stand on the sidewalk at night stare up at the buildings? Ain't ever seen buildings so tall as these where I'm from. Just on Alliance worlds, and those place don't do well for me.

[Inserted at the end of the post are a handful of surprisingly good but off-color photographs of the main casinos, all clearly shot from a phone.]

[Phone call to Winnie O, after this.]

Ring!

[Group text to the Calendar sibs, after the above convo]

I'm coming home early, and I think you'll be getting your wish that I spend more time at home.

[Locked to Justine]

Hey, how are you holding up?

[Public]

What do you do when there's nothing you want to do? They ask us that question when we're kids, what do you want to do when you grow up? I never had an answer for them. Now I have even less of one. [...]

What the hell am I watching from Netflix?

Netflix beats late night TV, until you realize that you received is not for you. What is this?

[Locked to March and Chessie]

How about that little instrumental gathering? Say yes.

Seriously done with the fucking bleedover thing. If someone doesn't get this bitch back to that castle stat, I will cut someone. I'll do it. All this leaky feeling shit has me cranky, don't test me.

[Locked to Hunter W]
Horse whisperer, you got a second?

So I said to my shrink, "You know what's a great place for a recovering alcoholic? Vegas." At first, she insisted there were better places for me. Like the Cayman Islands, or Barbados. But I insisted, and she realized her mistake with the help of an impressive check and a bottle of very expensive port.

That said, the view from this bungalow is great. I can lay in bed and watch all the pretty bunnies get some sun.

Anyone know where the good hookers are?

The police officers in this place are quite useless. I do not wish to press 'one' to report a missing cat. I wish to speak to an individual about a missing purse.

I liked that bag a great deal; I don't suppose anyone has contacts within the seedy underworld that might know of a bag surfacing on the market? Dark green leather, soft. Slight scuff mark on the left-hand side. It's not worth a great deal beyond sentimentality.

I know one of you is like, five feet away from me, but I was thinking about it, and ...do you think should we tell each other who we have in our heads? I mean, as brothers? Or is that not kosher? I don't really know how this works, but if I'm going to tell anyone, I figure it might as well be the two of you, seeing as I trust you and love you. I understand it could be dangerous, because what if we have mortal enemies?! But, I have a feeling that if that were the case, we'd know.