Angel Grove Net

Well this ain't home, that's for sure.

This is a thing that happened while Jolllly was assisting at the hospital last night.

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My little girl is making certain I am quite the proud papa indeed. ...Also the papa who has to explain this to the other papa, who is slightly like to panic that we've done this.

...Help?

Right.

This is all a bit new, and odd, but could those of you who have recently come to this world and are searching for a relative please respond to this post with who you are, then who your parents are, particularly so that we can find you and make sure you are all right?

Everyone, I am so sorry. I keep trying to reverse this. The cold. Everyone is suffering from what I cannot control again. Without Anna... I am so sorry everyone.

-Queen Elsa

Bonne année et bonne santé!

The Englsushf is: HppyNEw yaer of course and happys happie new yer to this commune!

We ares at the pub wish Barrel and Jehan and even Jolllllllllllly has declined to frown at me for drinking. Barrel did have to break up three fights and got a little bruised but remained victor in the end. So this is what his job cosigns of. So far it has been a very good evening. Lot's of dancing and kissing and the party bus will be taking us home in a few hours.

The new nw year is...

i really really like it, actually. If only we still had a few of the pope we miss most in this world but it IS a lot of fun regardless. Ian glad we went out after all, and my luck seems to be hlding firmly.

maybe, finally this YEar will be a change?

Anna? Anna?! Where are you?

This is not a game. We are not playing hiding and seek again, not little girls again.

Kristoff, is she with you? What has anyone done with my little sister? I can't lose her

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I can't wait until the holiday season is upon us. But, this time of year makes me miss my mum...a lot actually. What I wouldn't give just to see her just one more time.

Far be it from me to claim that I possesses an understanding of psychology, after all, I am only a doctor one semester away from finishing at the Paris Medical School, but the new "therapist" is possibly the least theraputic,most judgemental, assinine asshat...is that how you use the word? ...individual... I have ever had the misfortune to meet. So, something of a recap and rant of yesterday.

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This is not helpful, it is not therapeutic and my lovers and I will not be going back to her brand of "therapy", thank you very much. It seems that we need recommendations if anyone here would be so kind.

So am I going postal or is this place really legit?

A question for the gentlemen of this network. Or those of our fairer sex who posses a gentleman to entertain, I suppose. Perhaps it is of a delicate nature, but I've been finding that the internet is very good for questions of that sort.

Provided that a man has been forbidden to do those things that he must do, and his companion of choice happens to be the doctor enforcing that command of the stilted and completely boring medical establishment...

What are some substitutes he might employ, given he's been forbidden ALL of these activities so that he does not go completely mad in the duration?
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Hello again, all of you! You may remember me from a few days ago perhaps but then things have been mad, so perhaps not. I am Lesgle, sometimes Lesgles, and you may call me L'aigle or Bossuet, after the penner of funeral orations. As he was the eagle of words and I am the eagle of Meaux...

How many of you even understand the joke translated beyond French? At any rate, I would quite like to clear up a few things that passed the other day.

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Please come and visit as I am going to be very bored, very soon, and there are things that I am not allowed to do just yet that I would usually suggest to relieve all of this.

...This has been the weirdest afternoon of my entire fucking life.

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Helspi?

My name is HEnriti Lesgles, L'aigle, or raBosusset if you woulds rathef. I caome from Parus in 18322222.

I wasrathers more dtying when I last rememeberb being hdomes.d I had abadf woudnf in my ggutts and bleesfing...bleooding quite a lot heress

I staill HAVE the GUT wond aductally and hirting qutee a lot...

Someoned plawse come render aid?

[OOC: A translation since, yeah. He's out of it and barely conscious right now and it's a miracle he managed any of this:

Help?

My name is Henri Lesgle, L'aigle or Bossuet if you would rather. I came from Paris in 1832. I was rather more dying when I last remember being home. I had a bad wound in my gut and bleeding...bleeding quite a lot here.

I still HAVE the gut wound actually, and hurting quite a lot...

Someone please come render aid?]