Angel Grove Net

How many ghosts I'm already a ghost dammit This is stupid.

What is this going on? I go looking for a book on what is called the internet. And now an appendage of this human body seems to have become swollen.

Tell me how to make it go away.

When you’ve done enough things beyond the moral event horizon, your perception of these things shifts exponentially. Apologies to Dr. Jones, but some things don’t belong in museums. Anyone willing to help remove something from the British one?

Assassins and hangers on:

There’s a new mummy on display. His effects include our sigil. We can at least try to get him buried properly again.

I am not amused! I'm Reva Dalby, and my father will pay a huge ransom to get me back!

So. I'm having a perfectly nice day in Saint Petersburg, since I got here early for my party, found the perfect party outfit, and am wandering through, being given free things at a few places. or coupons when they saw my ID, because it was actually my nameday, which they still DO in Russia, and was looking forward to tonight, when suddenly...

Well, it's not L'Europe's fault they decided to cancel events because a troupe of massive bicycle riding bears came down the street earlier. Or that other bears on patrol, apparently, and ARMED, showed up later and began assigning areas of the city to each other.

I'd be...a little freaked out at them too and not want someone to go lawsuit happy on them if anything DID go wrong, and okay, I don't want to be responsible for it, either, but...

Well. I WAS looking forward to doing this is all. It was going to be the first time I actually hosted something decent, and uh...

I've got cake and pie and I'll buy drinks if anyone somewhere safe still wants to celebrate? Probably not, but...

It was going to be my BIRTHDAY, that I picked out for myself. I guess that superstition we have about not celebrating before the actual day of it came true? Or after, I guess. But picking a date's apparently as bad even if you don't KNOW the day exactly...

Someday, probably when this is over, I'm going to laugh about this, probably. We can hope, anyway.

What happened? Where is the explosion?

And my probation officer's upset that I taught one of the girls in my community service group how to punch someone and mean it last Saturday.

But look, if you're not going to teach someone how to defend themself, somebody's got to do it, right?

It's not my fault she asked, and the guy in question was there and turned around and EARNED it. Apparently I get a written warning, which means I've got a building to break into and a file to burn.

Who wants an adventure, cause I've got one?

New world, new arrest record.

Oops. How did half of this town explode? It was only a few small molotovs...

So much for the 'Death' Star.

Rogue One is reporting in. What's left of it anyway.