( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

So Hell Hounds, definitely not like Golden Retrievers. Not knowing exactly where that thing was was pretty disorienting, but lucky for me I've got a nifty enhanced sense of smell and hearing so it wasn't too bad. Of course I'm not saying I ever want to take on another one of those any time soon. Or ever again really.

Caroline, Bonnie, we should definitely make our shopping trips an annual thing. Maybe invite Elena to join once she's normal again.

[Fail!Filter to Huck]
Speaking of normal, providing that nothing crazy happens this weekend I propose we just spend the entire weekend in bed.

Right then. Would someone care to tell me what the sun-dappled hell is going on?

Raven? Erik?

I'm rather certain Shaw's teleporter can't move a bloody house.

( OOC: Have an AU Charles...excuse me...Charlotte Xavier. )

And here I thought the locals in Sunnydale were stupid. They hardly even put up a fight here. I feel so unsatisfied. The upside is at least there's no bloody Slayer to get in my way and punch me in the face. I don't try to stop her from eating, so why does she have to rain on my sodding parade every single bloody time?

Whoa, that was such a crazy dream. I had another dream that I was older again. I don't even recall half of it, but all I know was that I had my own practice finally and I'm pretty good at it. But there was something else that I can't quite put my finger on, its really hazy and I wish I could remember it, oh well. It will come back to me somehow.

I just wanted to say thank you, especially to you Claire, for the help. </s>Even though I did not expect many of you to come</s>

Okay so... I saw on this thing that said my car is somehow, inexplicably here, right? Only, I followed the directions and went to the place the note said it would be. And it wasn't there. There was the parking space but definitely no green hearse.

So... yeah. Since I'm guessing those things aren't all that common. I mean, hello, green hearse. If anyone has seen it, could you let me know? It's not like I'm even wanting to necessarily press charges against whoever took it out for a joyride or whatever. I just really hate walking. A lot.

Plus, it belonged to my dad. And he's dead now. So getting it back would be great.