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It's not him.


I said before the smell was wrong. The smell is wrong.

I thought at first I was just confused because I spend so much time around Alex -- Alex was all I was smelling, instead of the whiskey and cigarette smell my dad usually has.

It's not Alex, though. It smells almost like him, but not.

It smells like Allison. Whatever this thing is, it smells like Allison.

my dad is here

Okay so I don't know if it's a me-thing because of my broken healing, but did you know that there's a certain level of coffee-consumption even in werewolves where you evolve past the need for sleep altogether? I designed twelve garments last night.

Greetings from Buenos Aires! Who wants a shirt from here?

Mimosas weren't enough, I'm going to need the hard stuff to deal with 2015 again.

All right then, who all is here? I've seen Alex and Isla, of course. Can't miss their flailing hands.

Dr. Lyle Martin, at your service.

[ooc: BP!future Lyle! Specifics in his profile.]

2015. Really?

Everyone looks so shaken. Surely I'm not that terrifying, even with my hair a hot mess. I mean, my life is currently a confusing mess of foul language and annoyance, but is everyone else alright?

[ ooc; Meet Stella Argent! ]

( New best friend, sorry Stiley. )

Guys, we're living in a modern crisis: there's not an obvious choice for Song of The Summer. There are contenders, certainly, but nothing that dominated airwaves and set the scene for cookouts and beach parties like 2013's Get Lucky or 2012's "Gangnam Style" (I'm not mentioning last year's big hit because I'm still irritated as soon as I think about it).

So the responsibility is ours. WHAT IS THE SONG OF 2015'S SUMMER? Is it:

Cheerleader (Felix Jaehn Remix), by OMI? This one's catchy, it's positive, it doesn't degrade women as much as Blurred Lines, and most importantly, Isla has this great dance she does to it.

See You Again, by Wiz Khalifa featuring Charlie Puth? My gut feel is NO because it's depressing, but there are a few instances of depressing songs as summer anthems (see Green Day's Time of Your Life).

Can't Feel My Face, by The Weeknd. It's groovy, it's mellow, it's somewhere we've all been. But does it have IT, that timeless summer quality?

I Really Like You, by Carley Rae Jepson. Jepson's already a pop queen, and I've tortured Lyle singing this song so much that it actually gives me life, so this may be my pick.

I Know There's Gonna Be Good Times, by Jamie XX ft. Young Thug & Popcaan. Just writing that out makes me feel old because who the hell are these people, but this dark horse of a song is great for repeat value.

Worth It, by Fifth Harmony. I actually hate this song, but it's freaking inescapable and that may make it a contender.

Thoughts? Anything I've missed? THIS IS IMPORTANT, GUYS.

So who's supplying the alcohol tomorrow? Because if it's me, I need at least 12 hours to prepare.

I'm not complaining, but I just got into a fight with a very naked former raptor over tacos. Who do I return her to?

This dress was Paulina, who isn't even designing yet in 2015. Not okay.

Alexander Argent, report. My now salt-covered two-year-old is settled very solidly into a grumpy mood, and I can't entirely blame him.

I'm quitting my job and running away to warmer weather if this snow/ice keeps up. Who wants to potentially fund my new life?

Another day in lovely Montana. It took two hours until traffic could finally move again.

TIS ALMOST THE SEASON FOR NY FASHION WEEK. I've rearranged my work schedule and gotten ahead in my schoolwork and everything. People who have things they've ordered from me, check your email! I sent a mass of updates today to everyone I'm doing things for -- most of it is on the more finished side of things! I've been hella productive.

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, FASHION WEEK. I'm really really hoping there's a penis cloak-related incident in New York, too. London shouldn't have all the fun! And I have a lot of opinions on this anyway, but I won't go into them. (NSFW, Rick Owens designed his show around penis peepholes in the outfits.)

Also, ALEX. SUNDAY.

I know that it's the season, and everyone is debating things for Valentine's Day and how to spend it... but please, for the love of God, do not end up in the ER on that day because you got something lodged in one of your orifices.

Foil-wrapped chocolate roses and teddy bears do not belong anywhere near your ... lower regions. You may think I'm just trying to embarrass Scottie with this, but I swear to you I wouldn't say anything if there wasn't a shockingly high number of people I have to x-ray because they inserted a foreign object where they shouldn't have and it got stuck.


This PSA is brought to you by the sports bottle I had to remove with forceps today. Thank you, have a good evening.

( the only thing i like about the cold weather )

I present to you the thing that has been entertaining Alex and I periodically for weeks. Isla Cat.

[ ALEX ]

Look.

Right then.


[ Steampunk!Isaac lahey, part-time hero, part-time criminal! Information here. HPD, as he was processed he DEFINITELY pickpocketed at least one of you, so if you want to have had that happen, go for it! ]

Kind of disappointed that the portal didn't flip me up gender-wise.

So I realize it's late in the day, but someone please tell me there are some shrimp tacos left.

Okay this is a new one, I'll give you that, portal. Or a lot of old things mixed in with new. But please tell me it's temporary, because the older you get, the less fun starting over is.

James Potter, front and center. Erica? Boyd?