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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|12:27 am] |
I hear there's a poltergeist in Cornwall that's being a real bitch right now. Figure I'll go handle that. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|11:17 am] |
( DEAN. ) |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|12:39 pm] |
Hey, guys. Internet buddies. Hell, that's Ga Ga-tastic. Whatever.
Anyone know a perfectly-legal way for a girl to amuse herself? All this waiting on contracts is boring. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|12:44 pm] |
Lookin' 'round th' Yorkshire moors for th' Heights didn't prove much, 'cept that it's full of a load of old ruins. Looks like Master Heathcliff never existed here.
...I dunno how that's meant to make me feel. 's not somethin' I'm used to. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|01:40 pm] |
Where am I? Where is the ship?
Where are my clothes?! |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|07:33 pm] |
be very, very quiet...
he's sleeping. We're sleeping, perchance to...
Brother? Mulligan? I like what you've done with the place. Is this bEDLaM?
Parker?
(ooc: Confused? this might help... Or not. Basically, this is Delirium, until or unless someone comes around that can get ahold of the man she's in.) |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|08:15 pm] |
What just happened? |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|08:30 pm] |
Har bloody har, Elizabeth. Over a month, an' this is how y'greet us? Granted, redirectin' the transport to a pub, of all things... looks like y'makin' some kind of statement, eh?
I was comin' back t'explain. We weren't- We had a bit of a rough go, aye? But it's better, now. Ain't got much choice but t'bounce back, do we?
S'with the new message board? I miss that much while I was gone?
Oi! You. Yes, you, readin' this. What the bloody fuck's goin' on? Why ain't I findin' the Agency list, then?
(ooc: Bold text, for this journal, is Constantine speaking; he was strong enough to essentially possess Jax, instead of just imprinting on her. Lucky Jax XD) |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|08:40 pm] |
So. Looks like that was that, then. Thanks for the warning, G. At least I got the notes finished, last week. I knew- how did I know?
That was vaguely tornado shaped. I take it I'm back in Oz? Mia, Jack, Tree? Someone? |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|11:14 pm] |
He flew! My son's a genius. Slightly slow for a demigod, I think, but still.
NAVI! Where've you gone, fairy? Get out here and watch this! And help me keep him from the fireplace, and the mantle, and all of the sharp corners. We didn't plan this place very well for hatchlings, in hindsight.
But I don't care! He's flying. It sounds just like you. And I think he's going to make it snow in the house. But I really don't care.
It's amazing. |
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