4bidden Social

There is blood ALL OVER one of the back booths. Ugghhh. Seriously, I don't care if folks feed here, but at least try to be neat about it (or bring some wet naps and clean up after yourselves.) This makes me with I was water Fae; it would make this easier.

There will be fireworks, viewable from the lawn this evening.

We should have an old-fashioned cook out. Don't laugh. It sounds like fun.

Look, it's Friday night. I want to go out.

Drinks anyone? No?

Silence is deafening.

Week 18: Friday Evening
Type: Text to Mac

- I know you'll probably just delete this. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you about the mess. Can't say the same for the landlord. I probably deserved it. No. I did deserve it. Just wanted to say I hope you're getting on OK with Rebekah. She seemed real classy and she promised me she would treat you well. I don't imagine you'll forgive me anytime soon.

When: Week 18, Monday afternoon
What: Text message to Elijah and Rebekah

>I trust neither of you would be opposed to me throwing a little party come Friday?
>A bit last minute, but things have just been so dull as of late...

When: Week 18, Tuesday Evening
What: Instagram post
Who: Public

( Trying on this whole positive outlook thing )

When Week 18: Thursday afternoon
What: Instagram post
Who: Rebekah and Open

( Open )

[ TYPE: Blog Entry. | DATE: Week 17, Friday afternoon. ]

Master McCall gifted me a diary over the holidays that I have yet to make use of but admire all the same. It's a sturdy, well-made thing with many, many crisp white pages bound in black leather and silver-colored trim. There is a lock for which I am not foolish enough to believe could not be broken by a set of prying eyes and determined hands, but I like to think I am not so cagey as to merit such interest from others. It is the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me in – well, for a very long time. My master is most kind.

I'm fairly confident my life thus far could fill the first hundred pages, and perhaps many more if I felt inclined to include the trivialities of my training, which I thankfully do not. Yet...

I turn twenty-three over the weekend. Perhaps I shall start there and work my way backward?

Week 17: Thursday night
Type: Text to Castor

- The cops may stop by sometime tonight.
- Or tomorrow.
- If they do, tell them I had your permission.

{Type} Instagram post.
{Who} Public.
{When} Wednesday morning, Week #17

( Mikaelson Selfie )

{Type} Instagram post.
{Who} Public.
{When} Monday, mid-day, Week #17

It's funny, the way some of us think we're so invisible through history. I found this in the town library, during my recent visit back to Italy. This would have been around 1918, a year or so before I was turned. A handsome devil, if I do say so myself, even if I was underfed.

TYPE: Instagram
STATUS: Open
DATE: Week 16, Tuesday afternoon

( I've got a brand new pair of roller skates, you've got a brand new key )

[Wednesday; Week 16]

>>Nik
>>Niiiik
>>Look at the action shot I got of Midnight!
>>Click me!
>>Have I told you again how much I love you for giving me her?

>>So...did I see Bastien moving his stuff in?
>>What happened?


[Text to Elijah]

>>'lijah!
>>Come in the stables and see my horse!

[Text to Caroline]

>>You.
>>Come to the stables
>>We can play My Little Pony
>>But for real.

[ week 15; Sunday, afternoon ]

>>She's gone.
>>Boarded on a plane back to France and out of m life forever.
>>She was unhappy and no longer loved me.
>>So...she's gone.
>>You were right all along, father.
>>Love makes you week.
>>I'll likely sell the house and...well...I don't know what.

TYPE: Blog
STATUS: Open
DATE: Week 15; Tuesday, afternoon

I'm currently in possession of a life-size (and startlingly realistic) flamingo piñata. Which seems a terrible waste considering the amount of effort that must have gone into its manufacture. Perhaps we can use it as a coat rack.

Ms. Forbes, I didn't have a chance to thank you for your efforts yesterday evening. Despite the lack of warning and consent we did have a lovely time.

When: Week 15: Monday
What: Blog
Who: Clara and OPEN

Alright, folks. It's a new year, and I figure I should learn a new shift, or two. I'm open to suggestions! Thus far, I can shift into a grey wolf, a Havana Brown cat, an Egyptian Mau cat, a raven, a brown mouse, a sugar glider, and chocolate lab.