bright light city

This is ... fascinating. And how appropriate, the city of sin. It isn't Detroit, but the staging makes it ... perfect, somehow.

Gabriel is gone. I wonder how he managed that.

Some bloke punched me in the hallway. For no reason.

And I mean it, for once. Didn't even know the guy. Certainly hadn't slept with his girlfriend/wife/sister/etc...so I'm not sure what it was for.

Ah well.

Christmas music makes me feel good. Like I know it's probably getting on everyone's nerves, but as a lifelong church goer (I swear this won't get preachy, Dan might kill me), this was always my favorite time of year. Well and Easter. I mean talk about just epic amounts of hope.

Filtered to Dan

Feed me, Seymour! Lets go out. Also, because I know you've just been ringing your hands over what to get me for Christmas! I want a kindle! :-)

Thank God that singing is over. I felt like I was seriously living out that blog again, and that it would end up with me dead on the ground somewhere.

Enough about that! I have a question for everyone. Karolina and I were talking about using our funds for good things, and I think I've found a building to buy and turn into a homeless shelter. I thought it could double as a soup kitchen too, and Karolina thought we could add a youth outreach program. Anyway! Since the funds are no problem, LilyLu reminded me that volunteers could be nice as we get it started and off the ground.

So could you lend a caring hand to shelter those who need it?

Gao yang jong duh goo yang.

Would someone care to mention why I woke in a bunk that was decidedly unshiplike, with all manner of twinklin' lights and noises carrying on?

Go hwong-tong. Zoe? Jayne? What is this gos se?

Y'know, I'm perfectly capable of waking up in Vegas with no memory of how I got here on my own. Thanks, Zarathos. Don't really need any help from big business. And the barcode tat really isn't my thing. Little too sci-fi. Somebody want to tell me the super secret way out of here? I've got things to do.

It's sad how many people have forgotten the true meaning of this particular holiday season. And a hint? It's not about guitar hero or whatever that silly game two grown women felt the need to resort to violence over is called.

How odd.

What is the meaning of this? Does somebody have a deathwish? Because I can assure you that a death sentence is what you will receive for bringing me here against my will. Release me immediately and remove your mark.

[EDIT: Filtered to Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, other supernatural beings.]
I've not been here five minutes and I've scented you. I kindly remind you that my separation from my family does not negate their rule over our kind. Tell me your names and your standing with the Volturi.

( Everyone Cheer the Hell Up. )

This has officially gone on too long to be a bad dream.

I'm bored to death. Maybe I should look for work.

This is not right. I demand you send me back immediately.

And what is this ugly thing on my wrist? Barcodes? Really?