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I'm probably going to get arrested tonight.

I'm pretty sure this is what death feels like.

So I got my Demon Blood Talismans - all four of them. Which means I'm at full power, which is kinda nifty, I guess. They're magic boosters to the extreme, amplifies any spell with the right incantation. Downside about it is that it's an extra incantation, so it can lag things behind.

I also need to find a way to convert them to every day accessories that don't look gaudy. It's nice to have them, though. Even if he gave me those in the dreams. Now my sorceress get up is complete! Tough shit I'll never wear the entire thing.

God, it all came back, it all came back at once. I would like to forget it forever.

I fucking hate Christmas. And now someone keeps putting mistletoe up everywhere. Sexual harassment much?

Not even home for a complete day, and I get the cops called on me. Apparently the neighbors aren't too cool with me having my personally made fireworks tossed in the sky for Christmas Eve. They were actually fireballs exploding in the sky and not as pretty, but it was bright and warm? Semantics, I say.

Quit suppressing my religious holiday freedom, OC. Also, why are you so damn cold?

I forgot how the whole 'drinking and breaking bars' thing can be therapeutic. Especially when the place is owned by someone you used to know and they feed you some bullcrap info to piss you off. Then they're surprised when I break their things and face. Arrest me, world, I don't care right now.

Man, people are making me testy lately. I feel better, since we're in a motel with actual running hot water and my Chinese food is floating in the tub.

No, seriously, the stuff floats and I'm multi-tasking. ( Proof )

At a gas station. Neal's in the loo. So he can't see me buy all these.

( food porn )

I've been getting letters from Neal while he and Lina have been on the road. Older forms of correspondence are nice, and remind me of more simple days. Well... more simple days that I've read about. I wasn't allowed to write letters to people in either of my lives, but I have a kind of... fascination with it.

I used to have a collection of stationary and colored ink pens and all of this. I turned it towards the practice of calligraphy and other things, since I couldn't use it to write to anyone but my tutors.

I wish I could write them back, but there's no where I'd know to send a letter to. Still, it's a comfort to hear that they're alright. Mostly. The last letter I got was a little concerning. If either of you are checking this on your phone, I hope you're both doing alright! And that you enjoyed your chicken and waffles?

Blew a hole in my bedroom wall. The one facing the backyard.

Woops.

Youtube videos on how to fix this seem complicated. I should probably hire a professional, huh?

Until then: duct tape.

I've had a song that I sing in the dreams stuck in my head for days.

"I'll be so alone without you.
Maybe you'll be lonesome, too.
... And blue.

Fly the ocean in a silver plane.
See the jungle when it's wet with rain.
Just remember till you're home again...
You belong... to me."

I was thinking of someone specific when I sang it, and I can't get my mind off of them. I can't have them. I know it's wrong. It's wrong in a million different ways. And when I'm in the same room with them, even when they're inches away, it feels like five thousand miles separate us. Every inch of those miles is filled with heartache.

There are days when I just don't even see the point in continuing to pretend I'm living. How do you survive like this? How does anyone do that?

Any day now I'd love to eat more than just fruit and crackers without feeling disgusted by it. Couldn't even finish my coffee this morning. I have a bacon donut and I can't eat it. This is just depressing.

Anyone who can take it away, it's all yours.

Couldn't sleep last night. Then I zonked out for a minute while driving. That coulda gone real bad.

I'm going to be out of town for a few days. I just need to get out of this place and all of its chaos for a bit, that's all. I didn't actually end up enrolling in college this semester like I thought I would, and I have a lot of free time on my hands. And I need to practice using my portals in a place I don't care about damaging--

I forgot to leave a note, sorry! So I thought I would just post this here. I know everyone I live with is on this thing. But I'm going to be boarding this plane in another minute or so. I should still have limited net access in flight. And my phone.

Since this is a network, I might as well do some actual networking.

Since the business deal has now been finalized meaning the fucker is finally dead, I'd like to proudly announce that I've become the new owner of Castle Casino & Hotel, located in our very own San Clemente. We proudly feature a unique gaming environment, accompanied with over 100 gaming tables, over 3,000 slot machines, an all-you-can-eat buffet with the freshest items, and live music lounge.

The attached hotel is a full-service venue, able to hold receptions and meetings, as well as a rooftop pool.

We are currently in the hiring process for multiple positions. They include, but are not limited to: cocktail waitresses, stage dancers (your clothes will remain unless I want a private show), dealers, floor management, an array of hotel personnel, and so on. If interested, please send all your resumes directly to me.

We will be holding a grand re-opening in September and would like to extend invites to those interested. I will be holding a VIP event in the music lounge for selected parties.

( casino images )

Remember: Gamble responsibly.

Seriously. The OC Hates me. HATES ME.

Lina, Laura, Kitty, Logan, Raven D.

So, after Lobster I went out on the bike.

Let's just say the bike's trashed and so am I. Who knew broken legs took forever to fucking heal. My ribs are better, it's kind of nice because sitting up was a bitch for a bit. Although I guess I'm losing that power because it's taking forever for the leg to fix itself. Not fair. I feel like it's gone all spotty on me. Works for a bit then takes longer.

Also guess who hit me? Just GUESS! This is becoming a habit I'd like to avoid.

seriously. I'm not leaving the house again this month. I had my bike brought back to the house and I'll just mourn over it for awhile. I might be able to fix it. But this makes for a very depressed Rogue.

Lina Only
but he made the quiches, and made me a steak to eat and tucked me into the bed on the couch he'd made up... I'm so confused I'm confused right now, Lina. He was nice

First filter + All those who live full time or part time at Lina/Rogue's place

That said, food for the next few days is done - I'm going to just sleep I think - there's quiches in the fridge, pork loins in a covered dish there too for dinner and sandwiches made for lunches. This is probably the only time I'll ever say have a free for all in the kitchen if you need anything else. Just don't break my kitchen.

[Agency message]
We won't be in today. Athos' home was damaged in that spike quake. He's injured.

[Filtered to Musketeers]
We lost the house. Athos is injured, for now we're at a hotel I guess.

[Friends filter]
Yeah..it

That was Athos's place on the news. We're both okay as can be, staying at a hotel for now.

[Filtered to Remy]
Need a raincheck.

You know, watching Sharknado might be the dumbest thing ever, but let's face it: out of any other location in the entire damn world, we'd be the ones getting hit with something ridiculous like that.

Then it gave me an urge to go to Home Depot and buy this baby:



I'm ready to dive into a shark and cut him open from the inside. Are you?

So I'm pretty sure I now know what it feels like to be killed? All things considered, it was pretty quick and painless. I think somehow the wound manifested overnight and eventually closed up due to this Resurrection spell I could almost kiss you, Sylphiel. Almost, because my sheets and mattress are ruined and I still look like a dead person.

So much for having nice things. Oh, well. The world's not ending in my dreams anymore, so that's a total bonus!

Also, if anyone wants to learn the most useless spell ever, let me know. I can summon a jellyfish that seems to be perfectly fine living out of water, and it tried to give me a hug with its tentacles. I may have also named him Gourry.

I'm not sure if I should be amused or annoyed at Dream Athos flirting horribly with a comtesses. It's a little hard not to be amused. I don't think he has any actual idea how to talk to women.

I seem to be getting 'dreams' rapidly now compare to before. Just nearly every time I close my eyes. Some days they actually feel as though I'll wake up in Paris.

[filter to Aramis]
You may have something to this yoga thing.

[Filter to Porthos]
How are you?

[Another filter to Elizabeth Comstock]
Are you all right?

Took an elbow to the nose in the middle of night, last night. I've had many bad wake-up calls in my life, but I've got to say, this ranks pretty high on the Unpleasant Scale.

( Image cut for blood. )


But guess who had to clean the sheets? Hint: it wasn't me.



[ooc: trigger warning - blood]

I'm done with July. July is done with me.

This is why:
1. I accidentally broke a bar.
2. I accidentally burned down my apartment.
3. I purposefully broke a car window and ended up paying for it.
4. My ex-landlord sent some thugs after me.
5. I blew up those thugs though.
6. ...and Gwen in the process. (Did you get those third set of flowers I sent, by the way?)
7. My Dreams are nearing the end of times and I think I'm about to do something stupid in them.
8. Found out a friend had been cheated on.
9. And there are douchebags of the past everywhere.

On the bright side, I'm sure August can't get any worse.

Lina
If you need me I'll be in my room today.
My head is killing me.

Logan
Apparently if I don't sleep, YOU get louder in my head. It's like an overprotective AI yelling at me to get more sleep. Seriously. I just don't want anymore of your sex dreams.

Public
I love my house and my room. I love my roomie, and our temporary Roomie. Semi-Permanent. Whichever. It's like the college dorm experience I never had. That said, Roomies of Awesome, there's gumbo in the crock pot. Serve yourselves. Also an apple pie in the oven.

[Failed block from Athos, D'Artagnan, Porthos and Elizabeth Comstock. Post is viewable and open to everyone.]

I'm suddenly forced to face the fact that, against my better judgment, I've gone and fallen in love.

What a way to start a Monday.

So my ex is a crazy ass angry sorceress with a fairly deep and probably valid grudge.

Please advise.

HOW HARD IS IT TO FIND A BAR OPEN THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING.

Grocery store it is, jesus. It's not like I'm asking for the world here.

I'm at least reasonably certain I gave my roommate his own room when he moved in. But that seems to have gone by the wayside.

Being around a cat has made me miss owning one. Carol, there's a good chance I might be keeping Chewie. You can kick my ass out of orbit all you want. I'll still come back.

JUST KIDDING.

What's a good area to live? I'm looking for a more permanent shindig. Santa Ana is fun and all, but I'm pretty sure my landlord is now out to kill me after what happened to the old place. I'm not threatened by him in the slightest, but it'll get annoying and old fast.

Is anyone out there interested in paid intern/research work? It may lead to field work but I need to make a waiver for that...

I kind of just set my apartment on fire.

On the bright side, those roaches I kept having issues with are definitely dead.

My landlord's gonna kill me.

So these dreams ain't just people makin' shit up then.

I think I've had some of those dreams! Like I'm living in the 20s. The cars are still awesome, and there are people that can throw fire and water. All the elements I think. They're called benders. I'm not one, but that's okay. Just like real life dad made me learn to defend myself.

( Cut because of trigger warning against violence & dismemberment, viewable to all but Hanni. )

Good God.

Had a Dream where I almost got married for the money and then didn't, and then blew up a castle.

Blowing things up is a constant theme in these things. And so is people getting mad at me for it. Not much different than real life, I guess?

I thought I rocked the wedding dress though. Fighting in it is a bitch and a half.

That was..not fun. That would be the second 'dream' that's actually injured me. Put me in the hospital this time. No real surprise after what happened in it I guess. We were sent after an anarchist named Vadim. The only way to get to him was from the inside. I was sent under cover as a condemned Musketeer left to hang at the Châtelet for illegal dueling. I befriended him, or so I thought. Vadim was too smart, a master of manipulating people to look in the wrong direction. In this case he wanted to rob the royal treasury and reshape France by killing the King and Queen as he said. But really he wanted us all looking in the wrong direction as he made off with the Queen's jewels.

He caught on that I was a spy for the Musketeers and ended up knocking me out and I'm guessing that's where this remaining headache is from. Anyway, I woke up under ground tied to enough black powder to blow Paris to pieces. I had no weapon to cut myself out so I had to fight the ropes, burns like hell. Nobody knew I was down there, Vadim had made sure I only passed on information he wanted me to. The others were still protecting the royals. My wrists are red from the ropes even now. I managed to put out the explosives and catch up to Vadim, using his own trick against him, and ended up killing him. He still tried to escape, but he didn't get far.

And now doctors orders I'm not allowed much activity and I'm bloody bored.

[Aramis]
Thanks..you know, for everything.

[Filtered to Elizabeth]
Sorry if I scared you. I couldn't find anyone to drive me to hospital. Athos wasn't picking up, he was driving in to work at the time. The internet was the only thing I could think of at the time.

Everyone's getting married and I'm like, "I'm gonna stay home, nurse my hangover and play with this sword I just got."

I don't even know how to use a sword. Dream-me seems to be pretty decent with it. Oh well, I'm cool with random presents and/or weapons suddenly appearing in my apartment. NO BIG DEAL.

i cant remember what i was supposed to be doing but this isnt helping. its only making this blinding headache worse.

its hrd to see

think i need help. i cant find athos.

I think this is the most time I've ever spent in a Hospital. My father recently joined his friend in here. Now they're on beds next to each other, which is the closest I think they've been in a while.

It's just heartbreaking that whatever rift there was between them is being closed like this. And she doesn't even know, because she's still not waking up.

Aramis
I hope Spain's defeat hasn't hit you too hard. I'm sorry I've been too busy to console you.

My father's friend is in the hospital right now. I made the mistake of looking at her chart, and I wish I hadn't done that. It looks really bad, and I'm not sure what to do for him.

I've had these really... bad dreams lately. Booker and I come from the same universe share the same dream space, and I feel like he's the only person I can go to about them. But right now he's got so much on his plate, I guess I'll have to post my troubles on the internet. I'm not sure if that's a kosher thing to do or not, but I'm doing it anyway.

A woman I thought was bad - and then thought was a revolutionary - and then learned... well it's complicated, but it turns out revolutions aren't at all like they're glorified in books. Anyway, she threatened to kill a child. Up until then, Booker had done all the killing, and I just kept him alive. But... it was me. I did it. And I just... I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about it.

My shop assistant is sadly moving away and put in her two week notice. She was a good worker who was a saint for putting up with my neat freak ways.

This now means that I'm now looking for a new employee to help run the bookstore. If anyone knows of someone in need of a job or is looking for one, just send me a message and set up for an interview!

Pretty sure I shouldn't fucking exist.

I know this is going to come as a surprise, but I have never, ever, gotten to run around outside in the snow and play with anyone. Not once in my life!

I'm going to go to one of the parks and see if I can start a snowball fight or build a snowman! And then probably get something warm to drink.

There's a nice park in Laguna Beach if anyone wants to join me!

Like most everyone here, I am so, so glad to be myself again. Much fun as I had the few days I was a woman. Also, I have a very, very deep and newfound respect for women who wear heels on a daily basis. They are terrifying. Terrifying. Kudos.

In any case, I was on my into my room after a shower just now and saw what can only be described as the most amount of leather ever compiled in one place at one time. And I've seen a lot of leather at one time. These clothes, however, are amazing. Naturally I put on the whole get-up, because why woudn't I when I've got the hat sitting so near. It's alarmingly heavy and hot, but I think I look pretty good.

It comes on the heels of dreams, of course. The good news is, the woman we were helping got her baby back and the monarchy of France was saved. Then there was this rather lovely woman who wanted to educate young girls, so naturally she was accused of witchcraft. She rather fancied Athos, which was hilarious. We were at her trial and this other woman showed up that caused Athos to have a fit, we saved Cardinal Richelieu's life (and I say we but I was the one who carried him and went into responsive action). Also we saved the woman from being burnt at the stake. Though I gave her my cross from the queen to hold on to, to give her faith, and then of course the queen shows up and sees it. I think she was a bit jealous, to be honest with you. There's no good way this can possibly end.

Also. I have a lot of furniture and some stuff I don't need once I move. If anyone is looking for anything, let me know.

Oh. My God. I'm not certain there's any phrase in any of the languages I know to quite describe, exactly, what is even happening.

What the actual fuck just happened.

Work can be a delight. The sound of screaming happy patients music in my ears, the data showing me such wonderful things. It's a good time to be in my field. I'm helping people.

I'm Claudine and I run the Milbury Clinic. We specialize in general care for low-income families and individuals. All are welcome.

So what are these 'dreams' people keep chatting about? I don't think I've had any. I mean I had a dream about using a piece of pizza as a pillow the other night, but I think that was basically just being hungry. I don't think I had any past experiences with pizza to be deep rooted into my dreams.

Are they supposed to be past lives or? What's the theory here?

You know, I'm not much of a fan of how the dreams seem to stop mid adventure. The good news is, we saved the Court of Miracles from being blown to bits. Now we've been sent to help a mother and a child. It appears my dream self has an alarmingly similar history to my real self. Not the most comfortable of things to bring to mind. Ah well.

If anything, I'm reminded of how badly I'd quite like a family.

Also, in case you were wondering, only a mere twenty-two days left until World Cup time.

I can't believe I'm expected to make nice and normal at everyone, over the bloody internet.

There's not enough scotch on the planet for this.

Fuckedyfuckfuck Fuck-a-Duck fuckIT.

Hello. I'm Pete Wisdom. I work for a overseas company that sells plushies and things with tiny plastic chokey bits to toy stores, for all of the world's ankle biters to gnaw and drool on. I'm here because my bosses think that I'd be the perfect regional sales representative. How kind of them.

I am so happy to meet you all. So, so happy. With all of the absolute...happiness. Rainbows and baby fluffy animals.

Where's the nearest pub?

And show me all of your weird so I can write a sarcastic report and then go light myself on fire.

I can appreciate my sister for trying to cook today. Since it's what our mother used to do. But she's not very good at it. Her heart is in the right place. I still had to save the kitchen from disaster.

There are things I can't always talk to her about (and things she can't always talk to me about) but most of the people I'd talk to have left. I need to get out more, I think.