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[Jan. 11th, 2010|03:47 am] |
((Accidental voicepost, courtesy of his headset.))
Sheva? Come in, Sheva! Shit.
...Wait a minute. This isn't... what the hell is going on? If this is your idea of a joke, Wesker, it's already gotten old. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|03:52 am] |
Whirlwinds in the opera house. Whatever next.
Whilst I can work this contraption, I'd rather like an explanation. This isn't the opera, nor is it the 1800s any longer... that much I can tell. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|03:57 am] |
Not quite what I expected as the next lot of evidence, I must say. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|08:49 am] |
First day of schooo~ool!
Who else is excited??
ETA: ZOMG IT'S LUNCHTIME! SO EXCITED! |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|08:57 am] |
Dethklok concert, tonight, Lyons France.
Anyone who wants to be there and doesn't have tickets yet, let me know, I think we may be able to swing something.
( Dethklok Friends & Family ) |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|09:54 am] |
Well now... I must admit that's the longest I've ever been so silent. What shall this new year bring... |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|11:03 am] |
Hey Fred, did you see another Doctor Pops showed up? |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|01:11 pm] |
Danny's now officially one year old, and celebrating by getting yellow cake all over his face as fast as I can clean him up.
I don't know what he's more amused by, his new toys or my reaction to seeing him with cake all over his face.
On a less pleasant note, I'm getting my ass kicked by these damn physical therapy weights. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|10:04 pm] |
Ah. Not terribly complex to reassemble, these... blackberries- is there a reason it's named after a fruit?
Anyhow- in the hopes of further correspondence. Missus Winchester? I do have a few questions, regarding these beneficiaries you suggested I contact? When I told them of my identity, they threatened to call the authorities. When I informed them I could rather find my own way to the yard, the signal was dropped. We hadn't even reached the matter of these stories.
These cards, in my billfold. They are my money, now? Whatever happened to the paper-and-metal variety? Or was that lost to this 'future' as well? I am certain I will have to find a way to pay for my rooms, eventually.
I may also be in the market to procure another wardrobe; have you any idea where to find a tailor, in this place? All of this pre-hung clothing- and so... I'm not even sure. I simply need a new suit. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|10:50 pm] |
Where is My favourite nephew? |
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