( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

- ommy is?

(There is the telltale sound of the guards making their way back inside the library and the doors sealing shut. A heartbeat later, there is a soft sigh.)

I guess you don't know where my mommy is. I guess I'll just have to wait for her 'gain.

(There are the sounds of someone shuffling around and a car honking in the distance.)

This place isn't so bad, I guess...

(For a few seconds there is nothing but background noise before the little girl's voice begins singing, softly.)

p equals x minus one
over px
minus one
if each coefficient is an integer
when p's not divisible by x...

Please help.

Heart and lungs stabbed. On steps of library? Some just walk by. "Not their problem."

I'm holding wounds with TK but can't fix. I let go, I'll die.

Please!


[Post time corresponds with a psychic cry for help]

Are you serious? One of the regulars just came in to return some DVDs, gave me the dirtiest look I've ever seen on anyone who wasn't Tyler and then left. When I checked the DVDs all of them were scratched and it looks like they even took a lighter to a few of them. What the hell is going on around here lately?

These locals are becoming a rather large nuisance.

On a positive note, if any more of them drop my course, I'll be able to take a much deserved vacation due to a significantly lower lack of interest and subsequent cancellation of my courses.

What the hell is wrong with people lately?

One of my professor professors seriously told me that I should just go ahead and drop the class to "save him the trouble of failing me, since it's not like I'll ever manage to pass it anyway". Who actually says stuff like that?

If I kill a couple of the locals to set an example, no one will mind, right? Strictly just to set an example.

Are people always this...rambunctious around here or is it something in the water?

I swear I'm going to end up hexing someone.

Okay. That is it.

I can handle the dirty looks. I can even handle the occasional altercation. But I draw the line at trying to burn my store to the ground.

All I have to say is I am so glad I have some awesome fire insurance and that nobody was hurt. Not that it's going to stay that way if I figure out whoever is responsible.

Just a heads-up from within the CPD SWAT unit. If the precinct asks, I didn't share this, but we have to look out for each other here.

We've been told to step up arrest support training and be prepared to set up surveillance on certain high traffic locations-- the university, Harvelle's Roadhouse, Eden, and the Serpent's Den. These incidents aren't going unnoticed, but the focus of the training is weird. There's been emphasis on "safe removal of suspects from the area" and "non-lethal neutralization of alleged victims."

I'm too new at the moment to have leverage to form my own team. For future reference, I'd welcome any of you with certain special training and equipment who haven't had much official support in using it. We tend to have a different approach than the uniformed crowd, after all. It'd be nice to get paid for what we already do, and have the added resources of the police backing us. So, want a job where you're paid for the daily training and exercise you should do anyway? Let me know. When I'm past the stage of "judo throw your superior to remind him that you know what you're doing", I might be able to hire you on.

Time to put these boys through their laps. Of the city. "Little lady", oh really, am I? Wave if you see me running with some big burly crying babies!

Sodding butcher is lucky he didn't meet me a few years ago. Bloody git refused to sell me my usual order or pig's blood. I haven't been so tempted to rip someone's throat out since before the chip.

It's more than a bit impractical to set protection spells on every single book in the library, but at the rate they're being destroyed I may just build wards on the front door to keep everyone out.

Alternately, I'll jinx the fingers off anyone I see who looks like they're even thinking about damaging a book. What I wouldn't give for a few Monstrous Books of Monsters right now...

I love graffiti. I'm not talking about your basic "signing my name on a wall with a marker", I mean the really elaborate stuff that goes on plain blank concrete walls and provides artwork for the masses. I think it spices up urban landscapes and showcases otherwise-ignored artistic skills. It's great.

That said, it's a fucking mess when it's all over my work in my classroom. I really don't appreciate "mr earnshaw is a british cocksucker" spray-painted in orange and purple all over my whiteboard (is it so difficult to say ENGLISH? Bloody hell), nor do I approve of the fact that every single piece of pottery I've made in this place is now in shards. Actually, everything is ruined. Every single fucking thing.

And I am more than a bit apprehensive about going near my kettle. Christ alone knows what's in it.




I think I'll buy a new kettle.

Dear me. Everyone does seem to be getting riled up, don't they?

For what it's worth, I'm having a lovely time.

So...I got fired.

That's never happened before. It's a rather interesting experience.

Apparently you're not supposed to take English students on adventures. They always seemed to enjoy it before. I can't imagine what's changed.