March 2014




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Mar. 28th, 2014


I tried dropping this journal into the Mediterranean. And it washed back up on the shore exactly where I was, good as new. Three times.

I didn't know it could do that.

Mar. 21st, 2014


[Sam A]

[After reading some of the goings on in the journals.]

[Locked to Sam A]


Mar. 19th, 2014



Will this still work with him so quiet?

Anyone own horses?

Mar. 16th, 2014


Liam R

If I order a cot to be delivered to the hotel, will you come with it?

Mar. 7th, 2014



I woke up this morning thinking there was something different going on, but it took me a while to figure it out.

I can't feel him very well. At all.

First time in... well, a long time that it's been like this.

Feb. 28th, 2014



I might have fallen asleep on my balcony last night.

Feb. 25th, 2014



[After this.]

I do not appreciate my carriage being destroyed by some 'opera ghost'. There is no opera ghost, just people who are determined to be a nuisance.

Tantrums are unattractive, both in those that are real and those that are make believe. I would hope that whoever is responsible can see to it that they be less destructive in the future.

Feb. 23rd, 2014


[Trystan C]

Do you have a moment?

Feb. 22nd, 2014


Meg G, Raoul d C, Phantom

[Note left for Meg G]
[On her bed, in the ballet dormitory. In French.] Is your mother very angry?

[Locked to Raoul de C]
You have missed me while I have been away, monsieur?

[The chapel, Phantom, aloud]

Feb. 19th, 2014


Jack R

[Locked to Jack R]


Feb. 17th, 2014



The opera house is very quiet in the absence of one of my very favourite people.

Feb. 13th, 2014


[Locked to Liam R]

So, Ronan's Cupid approached me.



[Handwritten. As Felix L.]

A diverse group of people, all joined by a common thread. An exclusive group, if you will. On paper it provides the basis for quite an interesting study.

[Pause, the press of a pen.] Valentine's Day: is there middle ground between those who bemoan their loneliness and those who flaunt their relationships?

Feb. 10th, 2014



To whomever sent the journal...

Thank you. Seriously, thank you. It's gorgeous and the poems within...

Few words.

Thank you.

Feb. 6th, 2014


Liam R

So, rustic Italian cuisine?

Feb. 5th, 2014


Daniel W, Liam R, Neil D, Tess A

[Purple crayon, kindergarten-level writing, unsteady block letters. The usual.]

[Locked to Daniel W]
Hey, baby.

[Locked to Liam R]
Thanks for the journal or whatever.

[Text to Neil D]
Hey, so they moved me or whatever

[Not sent.]

[Text to Tess A]
Bring me a milkshake when you come? And, yeah, that's an invitation.
[She texts the address immediately after.]

Feb. 3rd, 2014



Rumblings of battle in the nine realms, how intriguing. Care to elaborate, brother? Have you told your friends just yet?



[Public, as Callie N]

Remind me to never work a Super Bowl again.

Feb. 2nd, 2014


[Sam A]

[Delivery to Sam at the hospital]

[The journal is nothing special, just a composition notebook from the drug store, but it's filled with Liam's tidy handwriting. Dated the day of the shooting, as soon as he heard about it, it's a collection of thoughts and musings about the years since they have known one another. Sometimes, it's just about his day, about Ben, about the dogs. Sometimes there are penned worries about her, wondering how she is, hoping to hear news soon. There are snippets of fiction placed within, drabbles of thought that start and end abruptly.

Towards the end, the pages are filled with his thoughts about their friendship, musings of the past, and at the very end, the page is simply filled with the following:

I miss my best friend.

Accompanying the journal is a book of photographs of flowers, a sticky note on the inside front cover: 'I thought these would last longer than the real thing'.]

Jan. 31st, 2014



Ever have one of those days where it's just impossible to get out of bed?

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