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Nothing ruins a weekend like waking up in the middle of the night to feel like your ankle is being branded by an invisible hot iron.

I passed out from the pain and it was tender in the morning but it's now there...on my skin. It signifies the death of One. It's to let the other 8 of us know that they died. Didn't expect that but I shouldn't be so surprised.

This is not how I wanted to spend my birthday...

What the fuck?!?

[Barry]

So.. I'm not gonna be able to come into work for the next few days... I've got some random guy attached to me..

[Perrito]

Did you wake up with some random person today, perrito?

So the only thing worse than being home on a Saturday night is being home on a Saturday night, sober, and with no purpose.

Well. I have a purpose. And that purpose is to listen to random music, and share a weird survey with you all because I am bored. as. fuck.

( Shuffle Music survey )

Okay, bien I figured I should stop being lazy and post on this thing. Que pasa Orange County, I'm Evie Grimhilde.

I've had strong suspicions for a while now, in my Dreams, that the Chinese prince Yongxing had been making attempts on my life in an effort to wrest Temeraire from my side. I was near certain once a we were warned of an impending attack and a virtual army attacked my men and I in the dead of night, and we were forced to defend our position until morning, but our diplomat, Arthur Hammond, insisted we say nothing until we had solid proof. I'm afraid the proof came last night.

He hired an assassin, who hid among the actors of a Chinese performance that we were all invited to watch. One of them, I'm sorry to say, managed to catch me under the collar bone with a knife. In the scrimmage that followed, the stage came down and Prince Yongxing was killed.

I'm not entirely sure how I'm to explain this particular wound to my superiors. If this keeps up, I'll soon run out of excuses.

February isn't real. Winter doesn't exist past January 31st. After that, it's just Pre-Spring.

So I'm fairly new to town. Been watching this network for a while and thought it was about time to introduce myself. John Constantine, scourge of cheats and arseholes the county-wide.

Zombies broke your door?

Windows not the evil dead-proof?

The giant hole in your wall depressing you?

Don't despair! Call Peter -- renos and repairs done in a reasonable time frame. Can't pay? I love trades!

Look what I found outside my lawn this morning.

So I was having to do some research on my home state of Washington for a class, and came across a little tidbit: the states lack of a bestiality law for about 30 years. Apparently they took it off the books in the 70s to update it and then nobody noticed it never got put back in. Fast forward to the 2000s and a dude is dropped off anonymously at a local Emergency Room with internal injuries - including a perforated colon - that nobody can figure out how he sustained them until they manage to review the footage and identify the car that dropped them off. Great. Mystery solved. Unfortunately.

Police found out that the injuries were a result of the guy having sexual intercourse with a horse - and I’m not going into details about that but think about the injuries and you can figure it out - while his friends video taped it. So the dude who got hurt died and the police are going to charge the friends with bestiality on top of the other shit with just abandoning them which is when it was discovered that due to the oversight in the 70s - they technically hadn’t broken any law while having sex with the horses.

My home state rivals Orange County for weirdness in some respects I think.

A new year is upon us!

That means a new hot yoga classes every Friday night (Sign up quickly or you won't have a place) and Saturday mornings starting on the 11th and regular classes are starting Monday on the 7th.

For the new year comes a speacil! 12-month Membership for 80 dollars! All classes are included, but Membership fees are non-refundable. Please keep that in mind if you decide to take the deal.


I look forward to working with you!

So this is my own little corner of the internet, huh? If I had a therapist, they'd probably say it's good for me to have my own outlet or some shit.

Fuck that. All I need is music, sweet music. I'm Peter, by the way, and I'm looking for music recs. Maybe if I put it out there, the magic of the internet can help update my iPod.

Hit. Me. Up.

It's hard enough dreaming of relationships with people. These intricate and complex relationships where the feelings just ... creep in.

And then watching them die because of something you did, someone you crossed. I've never wanted to internet stalk someone this much before.

It is very interesting, the things you hear while out with your mate who happens to be a different race. I have heard 'jungle fever' enough times to make me more homicidal than usual and also been called a coconut, though I had to look that up on Google to figure out what it meant, besides the tree. We've had others who 'celebrate' us for being 'progressive,' like it really matters to me that he's white and like that has anything to do with our comfort level of eating pizza in our underwear together.

I wonder what people would say if they knew what I really looked like - the brown skin isn't even real anymore. It's just strange to me, the more I dream and see the mixing of alien species. No one in space cares what anyone is.

In space, we have saved the day once again. Though it was not without peril. Yondu-- It's not over yet, but I hope I do not dream for awhile. They are exhausting.

Well, shit. There goes my pageant winning smile. Damn dreams.


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There's some weird kind of whiplash that goes along with shifting gears so extremely when it comes to dream settings. I mean, I go from Bed-Stu to ... Middle of Nowhere, Secret Base, SHIELD. Like... just three seconds to catch up would be good.

Also, can someone explain to me why I'm constantly having my mind screwed around with in these damn dreams?

I call bullshit!

Quill, boy! I know you on this here message board thing. I sure as hell didn’t fly all the way out to this hippie state for the sunshine. One of the boys back home told me you was out here. I got me a new job as a bounty hunter now so you better reply. Don’t think I can’t track your skinny ass down more than I already have.

Also, since this is a public message board, might as well ask: where's the best bar you people got in this place? I'm talkin' about a real bar. Not some frilly joint that serves overpriced fancy looking artisanal shit. I mean a place that's questionable lookin', where a good 'ole bar fight isn't out of place.

A rather substantial question, when considering theories on multiple worlds, is the question 'can signals be exchanged between worlds?' In some theories, no. Some even go so far as to say that alternate worlds are so far away that information signals cannot be exchanged between any two worlds. Individuals are bound to the 'parent' world and even though we have copies of ourselves in other worlds they are only counterparts of the individuals in whichever the parent world is. Though that begs the question, which is the parent world?

I think we all know that interaction, however, is possible. The dreams we experience are genuine pieces of knowledge about other worlds - we can safely say we know what our dream selves are thinking, correct? It's something I've been considering more and more as I attempt to couch my current research within previous findings. I'm always curious about how dreams play out for others as well, so if you have particular insights when it comes to interpreting the thoughts/actions of your other self, please, do share!

In other news, who knew you could send a Nutella bouquet to a friend or loved one? Whatever world we do live in, it is incredibly strange and fascinating.

Guys you aren't going to believe this shit but I'm half GOD. With a little g. So like, half god and I have celestial powers.

And as soon as I can figure out how I'm gonna BUILD SOME SHIT. I can make a ball right now. All the balls.

This totally explains how I held that infinity stone and didn't die in space and have a predisposition for being able to get the shit kicked out of me and stay in one piece.

HOW FUCKING AWESOME IS THAT.

Yeah, so I woke up in space in my Dreams. In space. On a ship. With some guy I followed home from a club. I guess he's an alien?

I had no idea I was so skanky

So dream me finally formulates a way to get out of prison. A lot of other shit happened before that like Pete making fun of me cause I'm a raccoon. Dude, why would you do that? I thought we were friends. And making fun of Groot because all he says is "I am Groot." Rude, I tell ya. I didn't like you much at that point.

But yeah, the best part was the escape plan. Told Pete I needed some guy's prosthetic leg, when I really didn't. But I don't think Pete knew that because he went to get it anyway.

It looks like these dreams are officially a problem.

And I do mean problem. Word of warning; I'm about make a damn good attempt to drink this county dry.

Sorry to those who do the sparkling latte whosits (I'm still not certain what that is, or even what a latte itself is - that's not quite how we drink our coffee in Northern Ireland) but it appears you're going to be up against some stiff competition soon here. I'll bet my next paycheque that my sister will want ten of these.

At any rate, managed to give away the Shears of Destiny - to its somewhat rightful owner, at least. Now I just need to hold a yard sale for all the other junk I've received. Like a heavy black cloak from my Dark One days or a sand dollar from Neverland - they can send or receive holographic messages, which seems quite advanced for a medieval era but magic is always ahead of its time, isn't it? Though it seems kind of moot here anyway, what with the invention of mobile phones now.

I legit miss having my dreams. Seeing the others from them posting about where they are at...it's like, knowing the end of a really cool movie and doing all you can to not give out spoilers. I'd rather be dreaming along with 'em.


ANYHOW. Wedding plans are coming along, bit by bit. Flowers are done (of course, hello), we all know who's providing the cake :D, location's squared away. We're workin' on invitations and eventually food. And decorations. Yeah, we kinda need someone for that. Any takers?

Americans and their interpretation of St. Patrick's Day never ceases to amaze me. In Ireland it was once a subdued sort of thing, pubs even closed early, until the massive parade in Dublin began to emerge on a yearly basis and then later it turned into a festival.

But the shamrocks (by the way, the real national symbol of Ireland is the harp) and turning rivers green, that was all on you Yanks. It's a bit ridiculous but many things are these days. I, personally, will be at a bar distinctly not decked out in green for that night - but I can guarantee it'll be a spot with the best Irish whiskey.

Also someone tell me what the bloody hell I'm supposed to do with 'shears of destiny,' since like most everything else in Storybrooke they caused enough trouble. You can use them to sever the ties to your own destiny, but how are you supposed to even know what your destiny is? Isn't that dangerous? A question for the ages, perhaps.

So I'm just gonna put this here cuz I just can't keep it to myself anymore. I can't wait for some people to quit thinkin' it's just the water.

I know the right people are gonna know what this means, if they've dreamed that far.

All right, here goes:

I am Groot!

Oh boy, these dreams. Better than going to the movies, I tell ya. Shit, maybe I should write a script for what I'm seeing in this brain of mine and make millions off the movie.

Latest installment: I'm on a planet named Xandar. Lots of weird ass people on this place - I'm gonna call them aliens because they ain't all normal looking. Then again, I'm a furball with a big ass gun on my back so who am I to judge? Anyway the big tree? Groot? Yeah, he's drinking out of a water fountain like it ain't no thing. It's just something that people do, except it ain't because no one else is doing it.

Then I find a big bounty. Lots of credits (because that's what people use). And then it ends before it repeats from the beginning. So let me tell ya feeling the torture of being experimented on (again) ain't good. My back literally hurts from it.

[Private to Peter Quill]
Don't take this the wrong way, but you were in my dream. You were the bounty that me and Groot found. Hilarious.

Now we're talking with these dreams. I'm a raccoon, that much is a given, and you know what? I've come to accept that somehow my psyche thought a raccoon was the best way for me to work through this PTSD shit. But whatever. Last night was a doozy. Me and the talking tree, whose name is Groot, by the way, become bounty hunters.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Can you believe that shit? And guess what?? We're in fucking space! And there are jails in space, and we got a spaceship, and like the badass that I am in real life I break us out of jails whenever we get caught.

It's great. Keep this up, OC water. These dreams are almost as good as going to the movies.

Hello, I'm Gamora. I'm new to this network, though it is obvious that your reputation precedes you. That being a general 'you,' obviously.

I have arrived from Hawaii, where the beaches are much better. But I enjoy the Mexican influence here much more. I work in both security and interior design - did you know that jewel tones and boho accents look to dominate in 2017?

I do not know what else to say.

Have I been reading this right? Are Christmas decorations attacking people? I'm glad Myrcella and I are in England where decorations stay inanimate. Of course, I'm not even the least bit surprised that it's happening. I don't think anything surprises me anymore when it comes to Orange County.

So is it just me or is everybody going around like this snow isn't unusual? Because from what I've read this is pretty strange for California.

Wow. It feels like way too much has happened this last week. That whole being stuck to another person thing? Actually pretty awesome. The guy was like, a millionaire, so I pretty much spent all my time not at work in this swanky place taken right out of some magazine or something. Totally worth it.

Then more of that dream stuff. In a weird twist of fate, I end up working to help the Kree people after, you know, destroying a bunch of them. And then I sort of am responsible for this thing called the Phalanx to take over the universe. More or less. So I get this weird team put together to like ... Stop it? But for real, there's me, this bug, a soldier, a tree, a racoon, and this woman called Mantis. It's messed up.

ALSO. I need people to come work at Star-Lord Collectibles. The place is doing great, so I think it's time to bring on some more people. One full time and maybe two part time? Gotta be a cool person, though, and, I won't lie, you're gonna think it's the best job in the world.

Well I'm completely pants at technology, but let's give this a try anyway.

Hello, name's John Constantine. Recent transplant from London, by way of Nevada. Looking for a kindly shop owner to let me stand in front of their store and do a few card tricks without calling the police on me, like. Any takers?

'I am Groot'?

I don't even know what a Groot is, but somehow it seems to be me. Only, I'm not really me, more like a giant, walking, talking tree alien. And when I talk it seems all anyone ever hears is 'I am Groot', or so I'm told.

Well, except for the talking raccoon. He understands everything I say.

Seems I've finally joined the club with this dreamin' stuff.

Today was a good Monday, for once. Got my butt kicked at the gym. Bought new fight shorts for November. Bought new shoes and ingredients for dinner. I avoided running today, but I did enough errands that I think I covered it all. Now a little homework before dinner. Oh and much to my dismay, my optometrist appointment ended with me needing glasses. Picked up two sets of frames, and I don't need them to fight, so at least that is a bonus.

Usually Mondays aren't so pleasant but I'm not going to argue, too much.

Okay. So I'm pretty sure I just had The Dreams. It's pretty much the only explanation I have for the messed up shit that just went down while I slept.

So, like, I ended up joining NASA? (As if I'd ever have the actual patience to do that.) And I threw a fit when they didn't give me this fancy Space Cop job so I ended up stealing a ship and the title that went along with it, which, fun fact, was Star-Lord. Which is both freaky and awesome. So I took on this dude called The Fallen One or something like that and ended up killing several hundred thousand members of this race called ... Kree? Kree. I think it's Kree. And I went to jail. I mean, rightfully so. It was like genocide for a good cause but even I can't feel cool about that.

Then some big bro named Thanos came along and shit hit the fan and I got busted out of jail to help fight this big battle but my man pain was strong.

Pretty awesome dreams, eh? Eh?

Oh, good, my pumpkin carriage is officially here. I was wondering how long it'd take after my Cinderella dreams started to get to the point when I'd wake up, go to the driveway, and see it sitting there. Not a lot of space in my garage for it but I'll make it work.

I believe I owe someone a spin in it, but I kind of want to get it all tricked out. So it doesn't require horses to pull it. I guess it'd be good for weddings and the like too? Yeah. If you're getting married and want a cute getaway vehicle, see me. I can cover your fairytale pumpkin carriage needs.

I've maxed out my work hours. Need entertainment. Anyone free to play some Mario Kart?

It's my favorite time of the year. Pumpkin Spice drinks are back!

[Filtered to any gal pals (Katherine, Elena, care, etc. basically if they'd be or are friendly with Jenna feel free to comment]

We need a girls night. I could really use a night of drinking and dancing and fun after all that happened. Annie will be with her dad for the weekend. So who's up for some fun?

Ummmm. So the keys on my keyboard? Currently are sticking to my hands. For no reason. None. I peeled them off of my laptop without even thinking about it. My left home row of keys? Gone. I don't

What is this?

Anyone else ever just need chocolate and caramel? That's how I'm feeling tonight.

( [Public, lj-cut to save f-lists] )

I have to ask..

Is anyone else.. not having weird dreams?

Or am I the one who's the strange one here?

What. Is. Up, Orange County? Frequent visitor, first time resident. The name's Peter (not Petey, not Pete, not P-dizzle, it's Peter), I'm from a little town down south y'all probably have never even heard of. So I'll spare you all the Googling.

PS. I own this place called Star-Lord Collectibles, a place where you can get all your hard-to-find collectible needs. Or where you can sell them. And if we don't have what you're looking for, chances are I know how to get it for you. Grand opening is this Saturday, so until then I'll be enjoying the beaches and the babes.

Peter, out.