March 2014




RSS Atom
Powered by InsaneJournal

Dec. 11th, 2012


[Locked to the Tyrells]

A king should be suffering for lack of quiet and yet, here I am very alone. Where are my ever faithful servants, hm? My brother kept a hoard of far too much wine here for one man such as myself. Indeed, the Red Keep is richer in Myrish firewine, Dornish strongwine, and Arbor gold than it ever was in coin. We must diminish the store to reflect our absolute financial destitution. It seems only right.

[Locked to Loras T]

I have some need of you, Ser.

Nov. 28th, 2012



Nothing like the Holidays to remind you that you can't stand your family. I almost think that I would have found a way to avoid visiting my parents entirely, if it wouldn't have meant keeping their granddaughter from them. How does the rest of the world refrain from losing their minds this time of year?

[Locked to Alexis K - after a couple weeks of throwing himself into his work, Dallas finds that he just can't help himself.]

Are you doing okay after [...] everything? I've been worried about you.

Nov. 5th, 2012


call to Dallas S.

[He'd missed Dallas' call a few days ago, and not entirely by accident. Alexis was busy, of course, but also - he'd been feeling more than a little avoidant since the party in the warehouse. Still, he knew he couldn't ignore Dallas outright indefinitely. As he waits for someone to meet him downtown, he calls.

Ring, ring]

Nov. 3rd, 2012


call to Alexis K

[He still had nightmares about the party – horrible dreams where he was a limp wet rag of a man, slumped over a bar and throttled at the mercy of a horrible monster. His wings were ragged and useless, curled tight against his back and occasionally fluttering as if they longed to envelop him, a shield from all evils.

Dallas still had the scars. There was a faint white line that ran vertically down the center of his cheek, and it had a twin across his throat. He was mottled black and blue with bruises that slowly, steadily faded to ugly shades of green and yellow over the course of a couple weeks.

Of course, worst of all were his wings. When Dallas dared to tug his shirt over his head and take a glimpse of his back in a mirror, he was horrified by the scars that ran the length of his spine. There the feathery appendages had been attached, and there they had been torn free as the Ripper used his body and slit his throat.

Dallas was broken. Hideous. He felt sick.

A few weeks after the ordeal, he mustered the courage to dial a single number.

Ring, ring.]

Oct. 25th, 2012


public, as alexis k.

it's a good thing i don't believe in hell.

Oct. 19th, 2012


dallas s, blake t

[Text: Dallas S/Bianca S]

1. Did you go to the party? 2. Were you a sailor man thing?

[Locked: Bianca S/Blake T]

You end up at that party?

Oct. 1st, 2012


[Public as Dallas S]

Anyone got any idea where I can get my hands on a sword? Not one of those display replicas, the real thing.

The man in my head won't shut up about it. Insists I need to learn to 'properly defend myself'.

Sep. 29th, 2012


dallas s, ryan m

[Locked: Dallas S/Bianca S]

So, I saw something while I was out today. [...] Do you follow gossip magazines at all? I really hope you don't

[Text: Ryan M/Bianca S]

Tips on how to make it feel like everyone isn't looking at you when you know they are. Go.

Sep. 28th, 2012


Call for Dallas S.

Ring, ring.


[About a week after this, the Las Vegas Sun runs a spread in their gossip column about the mysterious woman seen picking up city councillor Dallas Shay's daughter from school. There are several paparazzi shots of her carrying the little girl to her vehicle and driving off, accompanied with a single photograph of Dallas, his daughter and the mystery woman coming out a restaurant together. The article claims that the widower has not been seen with another woman since his wife passed away, and there is much speculation as to the identity of his new girlfriend.]

Sep. 14th, 2012


public, as Renly B.

By some twist of fate, I find myself exactly where I want to be. Though I scared one of the serving girls half to death, once calmed down, she was able to tell me a great many interesting things - what has been happening here with no one but the smallfolk, how they've managed to continue with the collapse of not just the kingdom, but social order as a whole. Eagle-eyed and bright, but more able to accept the return of a dead man than many older and more cynical than she, I do believe I have accidentally frightened the right girl.

Unfortunately, without my brother to insist on more and a land peaceable enough to produce it without fear of death, the stock of fine wine has dwindled. Still I did manage to uncover several bottles of Dornish strongwine in a spot some liked to believe hidden. I must say, in all sincerity, I do hope the men and women who managed to pilfer a bottle or two of the Arbor gold are enjoying it.

Aug. 29th, 2012


So, I attended the Republican National Convention this week. That was certainly a shitshow interesting. As a (rare, Democrat) guest of some old friends, I had the good fortune to be invited to this year's HomoCon, which is a party for gay Republicans put on by GOProud (I know, clever right? Even Republican gays are more creative than their hetero counterparts.) As a [...] straight, Democrat attendee I was obviously there as more of an ambassador, but it was great to see some familiar faces and I even got a disco ball keychain for my daughter. I also got to spend some time with my father during the RNC, and although he still hasn't quite forgiven me for turning out liberal, a box of cigars seemed to help him forget for a few days.

What are some other effective methods you use to help your parents forget about how they're supposed to be disappointed in you?

Aug. 23rd, 2012



I can't believe I'm doing this

Entirely out of extreme self-interest and a lack of ability to pay the few bills I can usually manage to afford on a monthly basis, I'm offering up a deal to those of you who're stuck in this shit situation. And I mean an actual deal, not some elaborate bullshit metaphor - I own a used bookstore two blocks off the strip, on Koval and East Harmon. Two for one on almost anything in the store.

This only applies to you people - show up and show me this entry in whatever notebook or phone you got it on, and the deal's yours. Only applies to one transaction, and it doesn't apply to your friends, family, and other sundry loved ones. The cheaper of the two items purchased is the free one. Though considering that most of the stuff I sell is ten bucks or less, you're not exactly going to lose any real money.

Payment in hard liquor also accepted

Aug. 14th, 2012


[Public, as Loras T]

What good is a kingdom without a true king? For that matter, any king at all?

This world is a strange one. A world where death is reversible, and history too? Impossible, and yet -

Strange, indeed.

Aug. 13th, 2012


public, as Renly B.

[Written in a fine, flourishing hand.]

And here I thought my afterlife would not so resemble the mundanity of the day-to-day in Westeros. The Seven never did deliver as much as the High Septon preached. The peaches are a nice touch, I'll admit.

Aug. 10th, 2012



Hint: Politics

[A hand-drawn hangman game. So far:

a flat scaffold for the doomed man to mount, and the vertical structure to hold him up. The vertical structure is now taller, and the scaffold is nearly complete with a horizontal bar out to the right.

Now the hangman's head (only slightly lopsided), and his stick body float in white space. And one leg... and two... And now his left arm. How unfortunate..

And his right. The hangman swings. With a magical sombrero atop his head.]

_H__ _A__ _R__ ___ ___ _A__ _L__ _L__

Discard: O P E I U S X T N Q M C Z



[As Bigby W]

Time for a headcount. How many Fables we got on these things? While we’re at it, anyone seen the deputy mayor?

Aug. 9th, 2012



[As Dallas S.]

Is there any sort of official consensus on how this thing works yet? I mean, can anyone on the planet read this right now? Is it just limited to people who might be going loony can hear another person talking in their heads? Shit, I probably shouldn't even be writing this at all

I'm just wondering how secure it is. I'm no conspiracy theorist, but if there's even a chance that the everyday citizens of Las Vegas can read this... if there's no security, or no assurance thereof... then what would be the point? I would enjoy a forum full of people who can answer my ponderings, but not if it's going to get my name associated with this mess for anyone to find.

Not that this is the time or place for twenty questions, but I'd certainly appreciate some answers. Isn't there anyone in charge around here? Authority figures are always comforting

Aug. 6th, 2012


public, as alexis k.

this isn't as bizarre as i might've thought before facebook existed. a social medium conntecting to me without my permission seems perfectly normal these days.