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[Dec. 5th, 2010|04:18 pm]
russianwhizkid
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I am once more able to get into my apartment, and now there is an office there now!

It has EVERYTHING I need to continue my research! Yes, I really only need space and the workboards but.....

I would recommend all previously locked out persons go check their homes and make sure all is in order.

A girl, an office.... maybe this isn't a bad place after all.
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[Nov. 28th, 2010|03:50 pm]
russianwhizkid
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I.... have nowhere to sleep. Or change my clothes. Or make food for myself.

How many others are barred from their rooms?

Does anybody know what we did wrong?
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[Nov. 22nd, 2010|01:12 am]
russianwhizkid
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I was curious if anybody was interested in trying a fondue restaurant. I have heard it's very good. Or perhaps some other restaurant. I am tired of eating alone every night.
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[Nov. 13th, 2010|02:31 am]
gracefulsamurai
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Musical Moments [Nov. 9th, 2010|11:21 am]
russianwhizkid
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The scene is the tech office, from an angle high up in the ceiling, dark at first before the light is turned on from off camera. Suddenly a heavily accented and rather impassioned alto starts to belt out a classic Earth song, and Chekov moves into the view, dancing rather vigorously as he moves; arms, feet, head, and hips all moving freely to the beat of the music in a way only achievable when one was completely unaware of being watched. With every chorus he ran his hands down his body and shimmied his hips, and at the end he gave such a vigorous twirl that he was knocked off balance, stumbling and hopping with a yelp as he hit his injured big toe on a desk. The scene cuts out just as he starts to swear loudly and angrily at the furniture in Russian.
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[Oct. 20th, 2010|02:49 pm]
russianwhizkid
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Kirk, McCoy )

Elisabeth )
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Blow stars straight down your throat until you are so full of light. [Oct. 19th, 2010|11:15 pm]
alwaysaprincess
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It's impossible to escape from what is destined )





Credits:
*Subject → Augusten Burroughs, from You Better Not Cry..
*Quote → Greek. "It's impossible to escape from what is destined."
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[Oct. 16th, 2010|01:25 am]
gracefulsamurai
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Hello? This scrying mirror is called a 'computer', yes? I'm not familiar with the magic. Is there a person that could help me understand? I... I'm so confused. This is all so strange Where does the light inside come from? Tiny candles?

Very much appreciated! Domo arigato!
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[Oct. 14th, 2010|10:08 am]
russianwhizkid
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I don't suppose anybody knows who the girl in the picture in my journal is?

Or whatever the device beneath her is, and if I could find it here?
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Private to Chekov [Oct. 11th, 2010|08:18 pm]
iowajim
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Hey Chekov, I'm going for dinner with a new-comer I met on the intranet. Wanna come with? We'll be at Gino's.
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[Oct. 4th, 2010|02:42 am]
russianwhizkid
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To all other transplanted persons.
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[Oct. 4th, 2010|06:35 pm]

melissaharkness
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Not that I approve of being brought here against my will, but at least whoever did it has style. The clothes in my wardrobe are perfect. Just the right mix of sexy and classy. ;)
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