Angel Grove Net

I think my boyfriend's house is haunted.

Every time we attempted to hang out this week, and have me sleep over this weekend, things kept going...weird. Whenever things stated getting interesting, the lights flickered and then went out, and once a cupboard opened and a bunch of plates started hurtling themselves at me, followed by a little horse statue.

I don't....what is going ON there?

This does put a damper into my plans for tonight after homework.

A Fryeday Fight Night breakdown. In a few simple questions.

WHO was this week's new masked fighter?

WHAT possessed my apprentice to do this?

WHEN did he make time to practice?

WHERE did he learn to fight so well?

WHY did getting punched in the face seem like a good idea to him?

HOW do you suggest I punish him?

It's not that he isn't capable but I'd really rather not...Perhaps I'm over protective but head trauma can cause any number of things to happen. Thankfully, my Emmett seems to have skipped those and yet...

I'm allowed to be incredibly pissed off, aren't I? There's some reason I can't remember that he's not supposed to do this, after all...

It's like someone is playing mind tricks.

Lockheed and I will just...continue trying to enjoy the free world. But I may need to get a job soon. Money...

Being from a different universe than all the rest of my friends is sometimes kind of a bitch here, considering my whole...deal and the fact that I've heard literally none of their voices before. Like...do you know how FRUSTRATING it is not to be able to hear your boyfriend's actual voice? Or your friends, who you only met here?

I've heard them now. I've heard HIM now, and fuck, but it's AMAZING.

I think this means I let the psychotic freak mind control me and didn't short out my brain, somehow. I remember BOTH events so clearly and it's weird, like they're layering over each other or something, but...
( much ado about cochlear implants )

So tonight was...surreal.

...So, when's it worth betraying someone's trust because it's in their better interest, then?

And I'm NOT asking for a friend.

Seems like keeping it's the least thing I can do around here, considering how WEAK I've gotten, suddenly. And it WAS his birthday, and...cult code, you know?

I've now been vampire chow...

But, on a MORE serious note, does muscle tone just vanish overnight? Or skills?

...Did I actually STAY in Starling, face the fire and NOT come out stronger for that?

Looks like Real Daddy made me better after all. The fucker.

Frankly, my memories are almost always a little messy. This is nothing new.

[Wanda]
I have a sticky note with your name on it. Wanna go get that coffee?

None of my stuff matches anymore. The gals are gonna make fun of me. Guess I gotta either quit the derby team or dye this mop. :(

Am I supposed to feel this good or have you guys been putting stuff in the water?

You can't cower under your blankets. That won't protect you from the real monsters

Whatever is going on, it's happening to me too. I keep a journal, like my dad used to and I wrote the other day a bit about Felix? Not nicely either.

But I don't know him. Or I forgot about him? How does that happen?

I had the BEST dream! It was lovely. I never want to forget it, nevermind how real it felt.

Sherr, it reminded me how much I enjoy your fingers.

It’s always good to know your family is doing well, especially after everything at home suggests they’d not be. The coup in Starkhaven was terrible, and ill not ever forgive myself for not having left them on better terms before I fled to the wardens, but having the chance now to make things right between us has been a gift I did not know Andraste was willing to give after Grand Cleric Elthina helped me flee her service. I still, years later, marvel at the grace that I was granted. Had I had children I knew of, before the Joining, I’d have liked to name a daughter for her, but it did work out in the end, that I had one heir, even if I didn’t know about him, then.

Funny, how I didn’t anticipate I’d have or need an heir before the coup, and fortunate that Alistair becoming King of Ferelden paved the way for wardens to be rulers, as odd and mysterious as most people find us. But all life’s made up of those moments, eh no?

MCAVOY OR STEWART?

Took on a job at the meeting last night, but there was something strange about it, as I brought him peace, as if I didn't belong here anymore.

...Anyone else here feeling something odd?

I'd ask Arno, himself, but I don't know how far I trust a templar grandmaster, even him...

I've taken a little while with this one because...stuff's weird here too. I mean...I have an arm. ....I mean two arms... Both of my arms are organic and natural arms. And my wardrobe seems to have been replaced with...really weird clothes.

I'm not...I'm REALLY confused right now.

...WHAT?

Why do I look like...this?

Why is the king's ring on my finger?

Some advice, please?

I'm SO CONFUSED.

Something doesn't feel right. Maybe it's just me.

Right so. Things are weirder than usual around here. I woke up with no Tony in sight, no SHIELD in sight, and a note on my phone (WHY do I own a jitterbug? I'm honestly a little insulted, but...digression) that I had a speech tonight for a high school group about my experiences in prison during the war years, when I protested the loyalty oath(?!).

And then I had a shipment of a ton of pills, addressed to me, from some at home pharmacy I don't remember ordering. And then I looked in the mirror, finding out my bathroom has really convenient safety bars and some kind of alert because I live in some kind of assisted living community?

Did I hallucinate some entire life where I'm a superhero? Given some of how powerful this medication IS, I wouldn't be too surprised, but I...

The last one seems so REAL...