Musings

I don't know what to do.

Does anybody have anything that turns our powers off? Like off-off. Or-

I can't take this anymore

Or I guess, like Valium or something? Every time they're around

At lab. The Nat Guard has me interfacing their computers. Any ideas on what's going on?

[ All messages are sent between 12:15 and 12:45 am on January 1, 2011. ]

[ Text to Jane Cooper ]

Happy New Year, Jane. I hope that you are enjoying yourself.

[ Text to Detective Warda ]

Happy New Year, Detective Warda. Please give her my regards as I will not be doing so myself.

[ Text to Tim Pecker ]

Happy New Year, Tim. Please give my regards to Harry.

[ Text to Adam Morgenstern ]

Happy New Year, Adam.

[ Locked to B. Slater ]

Happy New Year, Detective Slater. I hope that 2011 sees you well.

[ Locked to P. Worth ]

Ms. Worth,

I hope that you have had a pleasant evening in preparation for the new decade. While I know very little of how the last decade has treated you, it is my sincere hope that you enjoy the next. Your reconnection with your granddaughter will only enhance the years to come. Jane is an exceptional woman, and I hope that you are able to appreciate that even more in 2011.

Best Regards,

Daryl Hockney

[ Locked to J. Ignace ]

While I imagine that you do not place stock in the fact that the Earth has circled the Sun one more time, I wish you a happy New Year. I am still waiting for our competition, Justin.

[ Locked to E. Eirwen ]

Happy New Year, Ms. Eirwen.

[ Private to J. Warda ]

I apologize for Toby's overzealous adherence to the role of "guard dog." I am attempting to break him of such bad habits. Thank you for the gloves. They fit perfectly.

[ Private to E. Eirwen ]

Thank you very much for the sweets. Though I still doubt that dogs understand the concept of festivities and holidays, Toby was very pleased with your gift.

[ Private to T. Pecker ]

While your guidebooks are appreciated, I'm sure you'll find I didn't need them.

I must also ask why you bought me black long pajamas. They seemed out of place when compared with your other gifts.

If one more person complains to me about the weather I'm going to see to it that they're forced to make snow angels until the ground thaws. Welcome to Seattle, folks, everything you've heard is true. It's gray, it's gloomy, and if that's not your thing, by all means move to Florida. I hear it's nice this time of year and every time of year if you can handle racing old folks in scooters down the sidewalk.

My name's Blake Thorne. I'm new to the boards, not to Seattle. Are you new in town? Invest in a coat. Star wipe to 'The more you know.'

Alright. So it's come to my attention that there's a lovely new girl** who just moved into this lovely building. Everyone should show her what awesome neighbors you all are by throwing her the Housewarming Party to end all housewarming parties. I'm lucky enough to know this girl rather well, so I can guarantee you that she'd love to have some people stop by, bring some food, and she'll be nice enough to supply all the drinks. She really hopes that Sunday around 3 will work for people, and if so, you just let me know and I'll pass the word along!

**New girl may or may not be myself. I figure a housewarming party is a hell of a lot easier than me going around, knocking on everyone's doors, and saying hi that way. I don't bite***, so stop on by!

***Biting is done by request. Please inquire privately!

ETA: It's been brought to my attention that I failed to say where. Bathos 203. Be there or... I don't know. I won't like you very much?

[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.

Seriously? A girl can't even listen to the radio without being forced to entertain a psycho. What's the point of having vigilantes running around everywhere, circumventing the law and the judicial process, if it's not even going to cut down on the sheer crazy we've got going on here?

And for the creepy person on the radio, if you ever read this, you totally screwed up my spellcasting essay. Thanks. Thanks a ton.

Okay. Hypothetically, you're walking down the street - you're listening to your IPod, you're thinking about the tuna salad you had for lunch, you're not paying attention. The most beautiful girl you've ever seen walks in front of you and you bump into each other. Apologies are made and she's gone before you can even catch her name.

You know though that this girl, this woman is someone special. But she's already out of your sight.

What do you do? (Note: your answer will have the endless thanks of one Fabian Greene. Make it good)

--
On another unrelated note, where's the coolest place in town to get wasted?

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?

So with the Thomas Inc. dinner tomorrow I have to ask is anyone planning on going after the craziness that happened at the masquerade because I really don't want to end up macking on some random dude because of magic or whatever.

There is something fucked up going on around here. Any ideas why this time?

[locked to M. Barnes]
I can't hear if you're outside, and I don't want to leave my room. Are you okay?

Dear whoever is doing this,

I do not need someone else's naughty memories.

Love,

Bunny.


Dear everyone else,

I am really sorry if you're getting something bad from me. :(

-Bunny

A brief PSA.

Yes, something is going on. We're not sure what exactly, but it seems that memories are being shared unexpectedly.

It started unexpectedly and it may end unexpectedly, but until it does, avoid driving or operating heavy machinery. Try and stay somewhere safe so that you don't get hurt by any unexpected reactions to the memories. If you must travel, use a taxi or public transit.

Most importantly, be careful.

Don't exactly know where I ought to ask for this sort of thing, but I'm looking for a roommate. As long as you can pay your bills and don't mind a smoker in the next room, I'll take you.

My name's Kenna Mackenzie. I'm new in town, don't know that many people here.

should I what the hell, why not I run with an investigative group called the Paranormal Investigation Team. We're nothing formal, just a bunch of Creations good at tracking down the sort of complaints that the police will laugh you off for. If you see anything that might warrant taking care of, or you've got the sort of talents you think we might have use for, don't hesitate to contact me.

Things I need to avoid:
People having sex
Apparently, everything
[...] Everything.

So, if, say, your mom's still back home, and you're here and there's a holiday coming up, what would you do? I'd try to cook a turkey myself, but I think the Bathos doesn't need itself set on fire.

Can you get Chinese food, like how you can on Christmas?

We just learned how to make croissants from scratch in class today. Strangely enough, though I love baking and cooking in general, I've never made puff pastry dough before. I've always just bought it. Weird right?

Anyway, I'm posting to let everyone in Bathos who might hear me know that the suspicious pounding noises are not, in fact, someone abusing their spouse, child, or pet. It's actually just me beating my butter to a pulp.

If for some reason this beating disturbs what you're doing or is loud and disruptive, feel free to let me know, I will gift you with chocolate-filled croissants. Homemade chocolate-filled croissants. Also, be comforted in the fact that I'll be getting out of your hair eventually--I'm moving to Aubade soon!

[After seeing this, before even replying to the anon.]

To avoid the Night Terror, you only have to WAKE UP. He has no power to keep you asleep. Don't sleep alone. Sleep in the same room with someone you trust, and wake each other up if it sounds like a nightmare is taking place.

Got a minute?

General PSA.

Doesn't matter if they're pumping sex-pollen into the vents, don't fornicate in the stairwell. Or the laundry room. Or just you damn people have a lack of creativity anywhere with an obvious police presence (yes, you will be arrested).

Also--if your pants are three floors below and your girlfriend's in handcuffs, don't try running.