Musings

[Same post to all three of them, after the borders open.]

[Locked to T Sable, L Henry, Q Gaines, A Sharpe]
Everyone okay?

[Cell call to K West]
Ring

I'm not panicking. I just opened my door and there was this B-grade horror movie stuntman standing there and I screamed like a little girl sent it flying out my window without touching it because this is a totally, completely normal, must-be-Thursday ordeal.


[A phone call is made to Gaius Asher but Alex hangs up (or the line is cut) before Gaius can pick up.]

[Boyfriend. Boyfriend? Boyfriend. Doesn't sound right no matter what. Gaius is sure he's about two decades too old for that kind of thing. Then what? No idea. He gets into an argument with his driver and they end up loading the car with a bunch of Atom's girls - Christmas shopping needs to be done. Ignoring the excited girly chatter, he jabs at his phone. It only takes an hour to get the wording right. Thanks, Marco. Thanks so much.]

[Text to Alexander Sharpe]
Got plans for Xmas?

[Locked to T Sable]
Tristan, I'm staying with a friend in Bathos for a few days. If it gets too cold in your apartment, you and Genny can go sleep in mine. I have the heat paid up through the end of the month.

[Locked to A Sharpe]
Alex, I'm going to miss piano lessons for a little while. I wanted to let you know.

[Locked to K West]
I think you're at work? Do you want me to make anything for dinner? I'm going to go a little crazy if I don't have something to do, and your paramedic friend says I can't go outside yet.

[Locked to L Henry]
How are you feeling?
[Not sent]

When evil pigs steal some birds eggs, the only way to get them back is, of course, launching yourself (if you're one of the birds) through a catapult at the castles the pigs have constructed, and thereby smashing the pigs to bits. It makes perfect sense. It really does. Especially when you've lost hours if not days trying to rescue those eggs.

Gotta love modern technology, don't ya?

[He is troubled, to say the least, after reading the article, and left wondering if it's some youngster who doesn't know any better being allowed all this creative licence and encouraging others to do whatever they feel is 'right' and break the law in the process.]


Whatever the papers say, I don't see a problem with vigilantes being subject to the criminal justice system like all us mere mortals. Whether it works or not is a different matter altogether, and one you can certainly go campaign with the Republicans over, but no one should be above the law, even if you do happen to have x-ray vision or can breathe fire out of your ass.

I... do not even know what my life is. Seriously.

A homeless guy grabbed me and danced with me on my way out. Seriously. Grabbed, danced.

Soooo much joy. Holy crap.

It's been a weird couple of days, I guess? I mean, that was good, but... I don't even know! I've got work in a couple of hours, but I'm just waiting to see what else happens today. Amazing? Not amazing?

[locked to a. morgenstern]
Probably shouldn't even ask but are you okay? I mean, I haven't actually talked to you in like[...] a week or whatever, but I was just wondering.

Still drinking?

Gaius, I'm this close to a nervous breakdown. No more alcohol. No more sex. No more underaged strippers. ...And no more girl guide cookies.

Dear A. Sharpe.
I promised you recommendations, yes? I hadn't forgotten, I've just been very scatterbrained, forgive me please excuse my tardiness.

Attached is a list of therapists I've seen I know of in Seattle along with notes on their cons and pros. They're all decent but it's tricky to find one who's right for you. I'm not sure if they're seeing new patients currently but it's worth a try if you don't want to go in blind; there are just so many outright mean or incompetent therapists out there, you wouldn't believe it!

I'm sorry you're getting harassed on the forum post, I genuinely believe that if you were a pedophile if you were really doing something illegal you wouldn't be posting such things on an open forum. People can be so mean! :(

I hope you find what you're looking for.

Best regards,
Tim Castle.

[Attachment: SeattleTherapists.docx]

Aw shit.

FUCK

I need therapy.


[Wren]
I am so sorry. I- I don't know what to say.

Sometimes he wishes he could reach through the phone to slap people hard and send them back to school. Aside from the calls he normally receives, there have been three extra calls per day from Marco since last Friday, and zero calls from the ungrateful slanderer. He tries not to think the w-word but it's not that easy.

Charity - good, bad, don't care?


[Locked to Sydney Johnson]
Princess, got a question. If one of your friends screwed up and pissed you off bad enough for you to be not on speaking terms, would you reconsider your not-talking-policy if they offered beer and a movie?

[Phone call to Alex]
Iknowyoudon't wanttotalk tomebut pleasedon'thangup!

Filtered from J. Blytech

Does anyone have an apartment they're not using? Preferably one on a corner, not on the first floor, with no neighbors? If you're going on vacation or something, I'll house sit. For free.

Or that I could pay I just need it for a couple of hours, sometimes. I'll pay. Even if you're just at work or something, or...

I sound insane. Or like I'm trying to rob somebody.

[...] Did you know you can't half-cook popcorn, then start it again when the power's back on?

In related news, it's hard to concentrate on pulling a battery out of a smoke alarm while it's... alarming. There are reasons my mom didn't let me cook.

So, yeah, if you live in Bathos, there's nothing actually on fire! Well, not anymore. Even though the microwave's a little-

... scorched.

Be nice. To a jerk who's gone and twisted something fun and simple into something strange and complicated and now Marco wants a piece of it. Nice. Asher is pretty sure that neither flowers nor chocolate nor a trip to the zoo are particularly good ideas at this point. Might work on some naive, fresh in from the countryside girl but who knows what Mr Fresh-Out-Of-The-Closet will make of it. So he has a six pack of beer with a daisy sticking out from between the bottlenecks delivered to one Alexander Sharpe at Bathos 806. It comes with a note signed with his full name and simply says 'I'm sorry.'

There. Nice.

[Locked to A Sharpe, after this]

Was all this from you?

Okay, so, let me get this straight. We're "Creations". There has to be a better non-religious term for this.

People acquired "Abilities" when they crossed over the portals, which have a downside. Some people can read minds, some people can fly...

And I turned gay.

1. I'm struggling to see the up-side to this.
2. Somehow, I feel really shortchanged.

I can't sleep.

And I'm hallucinating.

That chair just moved by itself.

Invisible forces partying in my house. I'm going crazy. Great.

I dreamed I could play the piano, and I would love to learn. I met someone who could play once, just the other night, but I don't know if he's changed his mind about teaching.

Does anyone play?

[Getting his 'visitors' out of the apartment is not nearly as easy as getting them in because neither of the young ladies is feeling particularly inclined to leave thanks to the Italian jackass. The problem is that Gaius doesn't want them in his home, either. They are not intended for his private amusement, after all.

Three hours filled with incoherent babbling, a swimming pool full of tears and a monstrous headache later, he settles for making some calls. Another half hour later, a small army of stylists, designers and 'instructors', armed with a myriad of boxes marches into the Aubade.

By the time his apartment looks like the backstage area of a fashion show, Asher is long gone. The professionals know what they're doing and the girls should have caught on what their real purpose in this shiny country is. If not... Well, that would be a real shame.]

Fabulous job tidying the foyer up, ladies and gents. You have my eternal gratitude.

So it had occurred to him, while he was finishing up his curriculum vitae, that he has no usable references. He had false documentation that would make him an illegal immigrant with what was essentially forged documents, and somehow he does not really see himself being able to put forward a case for being granted 'asylum seeker' status should it all turn to custard. It was a risk he had to take, regardless, but he had no references because they were all back on the other side. If they dig further and find certain... 'discrepancies' in the Department of Defence's records, he would probably have to serve time in federal prison.

That... might be interesting.



I had the most wonderful epiphany this morning whilst rethinking my life.

I don't suppose anyone can direct me to an employment agency.