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Feb. 1st, 2016


We lost another roommate. Are you both still here?

Jan. 31st, 2016


I punched someone in the nose earlier today, and I don't know who it was. But if you're reading this: I'm sorry. I hope it makes you feel better that I broke my finger doing it.

Feb. 1st, 2016


Baseball was fun.

Next time it should be football.

Jan. 29th, 2016


That was fun to adjudicate. And there were some surprising winners there.

Congratulations to Prue Halliewell, Sandrilene fa Toren and Maz Kanata for winning their categories. I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did.

Jan. 20th, 2016



I hope you like your gift. With more time, it would have been better carved.


I have new team here and fight club, but I want to say you will always be my first team.

Also, I would like to suggest joining the fight club. Or chess.

Jan. 3rd, 2016


Does your Chess Club organize championship events?

Dec. 31st, 2015


So, well done to all of you who sensibly hid their computers for the duration of the ridiculous truth telling.

Not that I noticed a difference. Bluntness is kind of a trait.

Anyway, I've had this idea to run a Chess tournement. For those of us who want something more cerebral than punching each other. Me and Vassy would adjudicate. Not participate obviously, that'd just defeat the purpose.

And we're looking at lessons, Beginner, intermediate and advanced. It focuses the mind, its stratagy, its tactics and it's been around in one form or another since the 6th century.

There'll be a sign up for both sooner or later, but, yeah. Sign up.


So, you avoided the hell out of me last few days.


Dec. 29th, 2015


Sometimes I really hate it here. The good news is that we have enough of the good booze to last through New Year's Eve, but it will be a bit of a wait before the next batch is done. Enjoy it while it lasts, everyone.

Filter to Sera
Thanks for listening the other day. You're a good friend to listen through all of that.

I was told that my Mum only had one little bit of me, at the end. I hope she passed away before the rest of it. I hope she didn't have to know how bad I got.

Dec. 14th, 2015


[Friends*, sans Enjolras]

Il sait, dit-il
Je ne peux pas le faire

I need a drink. Et, misère aime la compagnie. Anyone care to accompany me?

*OOC: Basically, anyone he's ever spoken to in a friendly capacity. Chris, Lexi, Georgina, Gaby, Beth etc. Feel free to assume.

Dec. 10th, 2015



With everyone on edge, I thought it might be a good idea to enact an event that Jacob and I have back home, in London. We call them Fight Clubs, and they are essentially just as they sound - a way to unlock your inner pugilist. Prize fighting, with your fists. No weapons, no other powers or anything besides you and your opponent in a ring, punching the living daylights out of each other. You fight until you or your opponent is on the ground, not to the death and taking care to not cause any permanent damage - especially given medicine is rationed. It's not for beginners, mind you, but should you have skills in fisticuffs, we welcome you to join us.

I'll be giving a demonstration tomorrow evening, in the gym. 7pm. Should you wish to also participate in the trial run, I welcome a challenge. And you can also go up against my brother, he's quite fun to smack about. But following this, we'll make it a more official thing, say once a month? For bragging rights, given that money is rather useless here.

Dec. 8th, 2015


The more I see of this future the less I like it here. But nobody wants to hear politics or complaints tonight, and I can't be any kind of useful, so I'll find another way to occupy my time.

Monsieur Grantaire, will you teach me French?


Written @ Around 12:50pm

Chatter down on this end is that Emerson turned up dead in his cell. Anyone heard anything? Everyone's got their skirts in a bunch over it. Know what this means?

We've a mystery on our hands! Brilliant, right? Something to do that's not drawing the bloody treeline. Thank you, Emerson; your horrific murder is well-timed and awfully thoughtful.

Oh, and God rest your soul and all that, if that's what you're into.

...'Course, now we'll probably have another trial to sit through and argue over...

Dec. 2nd, 2015



Are you still living, cowboy?


[....] Hello.

Nov. 12th, 2015


Now THIS is a strange device. Hello hello, one Jacob Frye calling in? You people put on a good light show, I'll give you that. Now where's my sister? Or I'll have myself another go-round on the doctor's head.

Once I get fully untied.

And remember how to walk properly.

Can we wait maybe fifteen minutes on the threats, then, 'til I get myself sorted out? Only polite.

Nov. 11th, 2015


So seriously, post apocalyptic wasteland and we're dragged here in pods.

I guess simple question first, when did the Commies push the big red button?

Nov. 9th, 2015


I suppose this solves constant debate of multiverse hypotheses.

Nov. 4th, 2015


Drinking alone is no fun. Who's bored?

Nov. 2nd, 2015


That fair... I tell you, they always tell you the supernatural sit out on Halloween and all, but that doesn't seem to be so true where I come from. I kept waiting for something creepy crawly to come out of the woodwork and try killing folks.

Glad it was just weird-tasting bobbin' apples.

Rocket, this is day two. I need you here so we can make sure those wounds are healing. It's already been too long, and you should let me look at them.

Oct. 26th, 2015


I have to admit, when I pictured a nuclear holocaust, [...] this is exactly how I imagined it. Of course, with a lot more bunkers.

And a lot less - what was it again? Interdimesional travel?

Oct. 22nd, 2015


I know that I sleep a lot more heavily now than I did before, and I know that Snow has her lovely brood, but I'm absolutely certain that I or someone would have noticed another person sneaking in to leave a lovely wrapped present on my bedside table. However, I have no need for sunglasses.

On a more somber note, I miss Gilbert so much. I never thought I could miss him so much as when we were waiting the three years for him to finish medical school, but this is another level. He's missing so much, all of the milestones that come with being pregnant. I get to see my baby on a screen (although I have decided that I want the gender of him or her to be a surprise), and he is missing that. This afternoon when I finished my shift in the kitchen, I laid down for a little while and felt the baby kick for the first time, and he's missing that. I know that I'm not the only person who is missing someone, and I wish for all of our sakes that they could be here with us. It's just that sometimes, like today, the missing is so much more sharp than it usually is. My usual dull ache is a stabbing pain tonight.

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