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Dec. 3rd, 2013




Does the holiday season permit celebration between the reminiscing of pestilence and the later gift-giving, or do you deny yourselves prior to the orgy, renewed virginity for gluttony to come?


Did you track down whoever it was who thought to compose a fiction from my accounting? I expect him no longer in my employ - or anyone else's.

Dec. 2nd, 2013



Did someone misplace their philosophy professor? He spent twenty minutes maundering to the concierge about Sartre and now he's passed out on the eleventh floor.

I hate when they get head starts on the holidays.

Nov. 26th, 2013


[Lyra V, Wren H]

[Locked to Lyra V]
Thursday I am making crawfish étouffée and artichoke bisque. I will make some for you.

[Locked to Wren H]
Happy Thanksgiving, ma cousine.

Nov. 9th, 2013



If you had a choice, live forever in blissful ignorance, the stultifying living of choices made without information, without agency but a life others might envy, or to live briefly as alight as flame with all the pain of knowing, which would you choose?

If Thanksgiving provides another opportunity for the hotel to fasten its fingers around our collective throats, I am going to Paris. I shall sit in a hotel room and smoke until the season has passed.

Oct. 1st, 2013


[Dexter M]

We're overdue a shipment. You'll follow up and see where they've got to, how one can wander astray from the route used for the last ten years, hm? And perhaps find us someone else to move the shipments. I don't like it when my things go missing.

If I give you a name, will you find out what you can? (And it needn't be said your entrails will be hair ribbons for Anais if you say anything to anyone, darling)

[Anais M]

Are you bored yet?


Drink enough for the sot to drown himself in, beautiful women to take away the taste of the sand. We've swept it from our crevasses, darlings, so the doors are open once again and all are duly welcomed (lest of course, you plan to put an end to the fun)

Sep. 18th, 2013


[public, locks to march h, ford c]

[locked to march h]

Baby, it's bad out there. I'm scared, can I come sleep on your lap?

[locked to ford c]

How're you holding up now that we've gotten hit by our first plague from the bible?


Fucking sand.

Sep. 13th, 2013



[After a double-shift in almost two weeks of long shifts with no day off. And yes, she realizes the irony of recently lecturing someone about the importance of taking days off. Early morning after she gets shorted on her percentage of the money she brought in.]

Fuck this. I'm not doing this any more. This is fucking Las Vegas, there has to be some other shitty stage that I can shake my ass on for cash.

SWF, tattooed, ISO strip club that doesn't dick me out of what I've earned, doesn't short-staff every shift ever, and gives me a fucking day off once in a while.


[Lyra V]

[Locked to Lyra V]
Do you wish to come to my cousine's for dinner?



Now, I'm not in the business of trying out mysterious recipes left in my textbooks, but it is triple chocolate waffles.

Sep. 10th, 2013


Your individual preoccupation with the minutiae of your individual, ant-like little lives would be fascinating if it weren't so banal. Somebody, next there's a discussion of what it means that you hear voices aloud in a forum for those who also hear them, please pre-provide the drugs inevitably needed to tolerate the issuing discussion.

Aug. 30th, 2013


This is a trick unparalleled.

Half-price admission to Vega for all those who speak knowingly to the gatekeeper of doors, keys, journals and people.

Jun. 25th, 2013


[Gabe R, Luke H, Jack C, Dylan M, Ping C]

[Locked to Gabe R]
I'm borrowing your asset.

[Locked to Luke H]
Kid, someone's going to be contacting you about paperwork and a comm. [...] If he gives you his name, it might be familiar, but don't panic, alright? He doesn't seem to know anything.

[Group comm, Jack C and Dylan M]
[Beep, and then immediately.] I'm uploading the file with your Mexico covers. We're heading out two Saturdays from now, and HQ is taking care of travel and arrangements. If you need anything sent ahead, reach out to him, and that includes firepower. We won't be able to take anything questionable on a commercial flight.

[Email to Ping, using the regular contact method]
Hey, hack.

Jun. 24th, 2013



[Has anybody ever seen Dylan's angry-scribble? It's pretty much the same as his regular scribble, only with this drawn off to the side.]


Jun. 23rd, 2013


So public

I'm so





Fucked. Yes.

Jul. 3rd, 2012


elias m.

[LOCKED of course]

[Several hours after this.]
[And about two hours after this, circa 2:30 AM.]

Hope you didnt start that letter yet, Van Gogh.

Jul. 2nd, 2012


elias m.

[LOCKED to Elias M.]

[A single message, where none will be returned as the phone is shut off immediately thereafter.]

If you don't hear from me by tomorrow.. visit my brother? No, send him a letter. Andrew Brando King, San Quentin State Prison. Tell him I ran off to Hawaii, that I got bored, that I decided to hell with him. [...] Something that sounds like me, okay?

[...] Thank you.

- V

Jun. 22nd, 2012


[Text to Irene A.]

[And for reference: tsk tsk.]

Cartel des Don Juan Tenorio

Jun. 20th, 2012


elias m.

[Locked to Elias M.]

[After this.]

Got some money for ya.

Jun. 12th, 2012


Sherlock H./Micah C.

Cease in your attempts for redemption, or I will make your identity known and halt this idiotic waste of ink.


Elias M / Sherlock H

[She's been through the door for nearly a week, John living in the flat in London. They lost track of Sherlock at some point, so Clare's taking a chance that Elias has returned to Las Vegas, but adds Sherlock to the lock as well.]

I can't keep staying through the door. If nothing else, I have to stop back at the apartment so I can go to work. Have you heard anything more about Micah?

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