Nowhere Island Network

It almost seems pointless to be patrolling here, but nothing ever seems to happen. I'm going out again tonight, anyone want to come with?

I want to say Happy Birthday to the man everyone meets at least once here. Lorne! You're always happy, and always welcoming. Today is your day!

Party at Caritas and everyone is welcome!

I been out of the hospital for a while now, I forgot to mention it. I thank Martha Jones for taking care of me, Diana for saving me, and Elena for being there for me when all seemed lost,and for her kind heart. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have come to terms to what I have lost. I’m healing better now that I’m out of the hospital, to which I’m grateful. It’s been a long road, and there’s more hurdles to endure. I’m just glad Elena is here. I’m not sure what I’d do without her.

Doesn’t change the fact I’m heartbroken. How does one heal a heart once it’s been broken? I wish I had a reason to continue on even though I have my friends here. I’m not even sure if I am able to love again. I don’t know if I can... I’d very much like the tears to stop though. I’ll be okay. As a witch I can survive anything. I can survive this too. Hopefully. Hope all of you are doing well out there.

It's not easy trying to learn control without someone to teach you. But I think I might have found a job. It's a bit ironic that I can finally go out in the daytime and I get a job in a bar.

I'm glad I'm able to get back out there without having to worry about... lunch. I guess I need a bigger stock next time there comes a hurricane this way.

Is there anything I can help with?

I'm hungry.

( Private to vampires and shadowhunters )

Do you know how incredibly boring it is to be a serial killer and villain who can't leave the house? And I'm not talking about that storm, I'm talking about the fact I literally cannot leave the house, thanks to my toy.

This is prime villain time, a natural disaster, a time when I can go out and loot, kill and or just cause sheer fucking chaos, drinking in your fears, absorbing them, relishing them...

And no, a tiny little brat has ensured I am stuck here, reading The Journal of Tooth Decay for the fifth Goddamn time.

And he took my fucking whiskey. Apparently, alcohol interferes with healing or some bullshit.

This is not good. Not good at all.

Still don't know what to do for a living here, now that my work options have er... normalized. I suppose I could go into music again. But to go on as a solo artist? I don't know.

I guess I'd better find a job. I just don't have a clue what would suit me around here.

Wow.

It looks like I went home. And this island has changed since I was last here. There are houses. Although I still have my little appartment.

But... I can walk in the sun. No more closed curtains.

ignore this

There are houses all over the island and the hotel has become quite quiet.

Still I've learned my lesson. Keeping the curtains closed...