Doors

So I've never thought about using this for something like this before now, but if anyone's feeling generous or curious, I'm willing to write up some fanfiction. It could be from any fandom, really, or even the other person that you share a head with. It wouldn't really be fanfiction, but hey, if you want me to write stories about the Vegas people, I'm game for that. I'm willing to negotiate the price for each piece!

I've never quite understood some of the phrases that you humans use. Such as 'pain in the ass'. Is the person literally being a pain in your ass? Perhaps kicking it, or even biting it? No? Then might it be simpler and easy to understand if you said precisely how you feel instead of using these complicated turns of phrase?

This is why I believe you humans have problems communicating. If you spoke more literally, there would be less confusion, and perhaps, less problems.

In other news, can anyone explain to me why the birds are angry? And why the pigs are taking their homes? I do not understand this game.

Is it still considered 'tacky' to get married by Elvis?

I have nothing against sequined jumpsuits, but it really doesn't do well in the wedding photos. And how do you explain to your future children that mommy and daddy got married by a dead rock 'n roll singer?

These are the thoughts I have.

So about how long do y'all spend through the door? How y'all manage jobs and life things with someone else's life going on?

[In an unsteady, high-sweeping hand. It's clear he's no longer in Wonderland and that he's not pleased with this development.]

The cattle are butchered where the men are hanged. All slaughtered as one. Tarred shoes in let blood & fat. Efficiency, I hear, is always bloody & this city is a carnal thing, devouring flesh for pleasure & profit both. I prefer the more languid approach myself.

[An elaborate riot of watercolors in a red and orange palette, layered with skill and extreme precision. It progresses for some time, until the shadow of cacti and the Spring Mountains indicate the painting is simply upside down.]

I hate scorpions.

[Public; as Cailin B]

Midterms blow. I honestly can't begin to convey just how glad I am that I'm almost fucking done with this shit.

[Text: Seven M/Toraim]

Job?

[Text: Winnie O/Cailin B]

Heard about your partner. Drinks later? Usual place?

[Public]

What makes someone disappear?

[Locked; Erik L/Raven D]

Charles is gone.  He hasn't been in the Manor for at least a week and I can't find him.

[Public]

I'm looking for the woman I met on the fourth floor at that party.  Her dress was fiery and she [...] was very nice to me.

Anyone else have a good time at that party?

OktoberFrightFest at Fremont Street Experience. Anyone going?

[Public]

Confused and lovesick teenager. Check. I'm guessing there's no switching involved, huh?

[Text: Tóraím/Ryan M]
At whatever cell phone he uses for Seven's things

Think he's pissed it took me longer to get the job done last time? Tell me you've got one for me.

[Public; As Raven D]

Is this some kind of joke? Why did the key take me home?

It feels like a long time since I have been in New York. I missed it. There is so much going on. I have sent a few out in different directions to get the full scope. They better not get in trouble this time. Who wants to fill me in on anything that happened while I was out traveling?

"Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination."
-Mark Twain

[Public; Cailin B]

I can't believe it's nearly October already.  Even after almost a year here, I miss fall in Manhattan.