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I had this whole thing written up but I can’t, I erased it.... I dreamed Dr. Whitman and I were captured by men with guns. They’re the ones who made the shrines, I think. One was Russian, and he seemed like the kind of man who revels in gore and glory. They had other members of the ship's crew. He shot a deckhand in the back. It was all so terribly real. I can still feel the recoil, still see the Russian's eyes go dim. I feel sick.

And then this morning I found a bow and the climbing axe I dreamed about using. When I held onto them, I felt different. More confident.

I don't know if I should keep writing about these dreams, but I feel like it helps me contain them.

I'm new here, and looking for work. I'm not particularly picky right now.

It's okay. Kind of expected that.

I'm brushing my teeth and in the mirror I can see actual sound effects. Like in those old Batman cartoons. Only instead of 'kapow' it's 'brush brush brush'.

And the only thing I can think is what new fuckery is this?

It's Saturday and I have nothing to do but sleep in, but I don't really want to.

[Piers]
Hi... what are you up to? Had a great time last weekend. We should do it again, just us

[Jessie]
Are you working today? I'm so bored.

I remember expressing annoyance the last time that something strange happened and I wasn't included.

The universe has a way of making us regret our words sometimes. This is one of them. I definitely didn't need to have my inner thoughts displayed for all to see. They're popping up off to the side of my head, even while I type this.

I haven't had to backspace once since I can just transcribe.

I've been slapped four times today because of a weird little damn balloon over my head. Apparently guys really do think about sex every forty-five seconds.

Thank you, everyone, who made the grand opening of Okugata such an unbelievable success. My customers and staff were all perfectly wonderful. I certainly hope to see some of our patrons back again, and my staff all reminded me why I hired them!

I'M PAFFING LITERALLY THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!

This is probably the most embarrassing thing I've experienced yet. Private thoughts should be private.

I'm bored. Boredom and Kol Mikaelson don't exactly go hand in hand. Who wants to entertain me?

Oh, this is lovely, I mean it really is. I'm not even being the slightest bit facetious right now.

I set up a glorious symphony in my kitchen earlier, all kinds of sound effect balloons while I cooked.

It freaked my cat out, which was, of course, not intended but a fabulous side effect.

Know what? Sometimes life ain't that bad. It's the little things, like watching the fat guy across the street fall off his scooter onto a fire hydrant that makes life worth clinging onto with one hand. That was funny.



( private to Bella Donna Boudreaux )( private to Faye Valentine )
( private to Vala Mal Doran )

My thoughts have started appearing above my head in those white bubbles. I know this as I stood up and whacked my head against one. After clearing that I was not indeed hallucinating nor having some manner of stroke, I have attributed this as either the start of a psychotic break or Orange County's bizarre nature. Needless to say, I'm somewhat at a loss as to what to do about all this.

My head hurts.

So, ah, a friend suggested I come on here and say hello, as people were nice here. Seems like we all need a little bit of nice in our lives, yeah? So, yes.

I'm Bruce Banner, part of the Genesis Think Tank, and I mostly work, watch corny old movies, and fiddle with chemistry sets as a hobby.

...hi?

Worst part about working in a hospital is the exposure to all the germs. I think I'm running a fever. I'm too weak to get out of bed to check.