So that was an eventful Valentine's Day and my actual first time celebrating (would we consider it celebrating) it. We didn't have any of this shit in space. Not on my station anyway.
How long do we have to wait for the hotel to screw with us again? Pun fully intended.
I do apologize if I am supposed to be doing something else, but it seems something has happened and I find myself at a loss to explain why I am here. Can anyone help?
"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. When's it gonna get me? In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?"
Where's a dreamless sleep potion when I need it? Ugh, time to wander around the graveyard until I feel like passing out.
|[ WHO ]| : Myron + OTA |[ WHERE ]| : The bar |[ WHEN ]| : Evening |[ WHAT ]| : Checking out the bar |[ RATING ]| : TBD. Mentions of alcohol. |[ STATUS ]| : Open to anybody.
I don't need to feed all that often but... I'd like to know. What are vampires to do for their needs, here? Drinking from the source is a rather intimate affair for my kind. I can make do with other things, if need be.
Fantastic! Now I no longer have to wonder about what would happen if an angel was eaten alive by a dinosaur. I have been provided with the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.
Just curious, how often does this place get insane? People turning into their costumes, a creepy maze that could kill you, some incredibly strange looking monster going around killing people. Then, in a temper tantrum of sorts, it throws us all out of the hotel. I have no idea what to think anymore.