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Apr. 17th, 2013




Quick, help me make up a drinking game while I watch FernGully: The Last Rainforest.

Apr. 13th, 2013



[Because he's drunk and horrified, and why not?]

Apparently this is the future of underwear. Who do I have to kill to avoid this? More importantly, I'm going to need an alibi.

Apr. 12th, 2013


[Dylan M]

[After this.]

[Comm to Dylan M]
[She considers multiple options before selecting McKendrick. Everything from Luke (who she doesn't want to get involved in an assassination attempt), to Corvus (who she's afraid might go off the rails), to Reed (who she doesn't trust yet), to Davis (who chose a really annoying time to be in DC). In the end, she figures McKendrick is going to notice if her comm doesn't move for the longest period of time. Late evening. Beep.]

Apr. 11th, 2013



[After this.]

I'm to tell Snow White and the Beast not to venture near the cottage, but I rather think the warning should go to everyone in the door with the old fables.

Apr. 10th, 2013


[general cia comm]

[A soft click. Ambient noise from the faint clack of keys.]

Someone asked for a file for research. [Irish accent, clipped and short.] Origin point in the Phillipines. [Brief silence.] Don't know your name, but it's on the server.

Apr. 8th, 2013


[Dylan M]

[Delivery for Dylan M]
[To his desk, a CIA-issue box, with a CIA-issue comm inside.]

[Comm to Dylan M]
[The next day, after he's had time to verify it's legitimate and, she assumes, deactivate any tracks on it. Beep, at about 7 am, because she figures nerds stay up all night playing console games, and are sound asleep at 7 am.]

Apr. 3rd, 2013



When are the ghostbusters going to call and tell me to retire?

Apr. 1st, 2013



[Several hours after this. Very public. Very drunk.]

I think lapsed Catholics are officially the biggest fucking douchebags I've ever met in my life.

[Deleted in the cold, sober light of morning.]

Mar. 30th, 2013



Being a PI does not mean I have a fedora or a trench coat. I'm not Bogie and I live in Vegas for a reason.

Just in case you were wondering, demented etch-a-sketch.

Mar. 25th, 2013



[As "Beast". In his usual fine printed letters.]

It will be an early spring.

Mar. 23rd, 2013


Dear collective diaries,

Today I met a gentleman. He was very polite and highly eligible and also excessively dull.

I have ridden horseback and I have gone to the town to buy hair-ribbons and I have even purchased a dress mid-season from the latest Paris fashions and that is all excessively dull.

We have no lights, not even small ones, and no colors at all and there is absolutely no poker, only silly faro. Ratafia wine is revolting.

Do you think, were I to persuade my alter, he would be amenable to a more permanent reversal in fortunes?

Mar. 16th, 2013



[As the Huntsman]

She's back.

Mar. 13th, 2013


[Laura D, Dylan M]

[Locked to Laura D]
Back home, roommate. Enjoy the vacation?

[Locked to Dylan M]
Make it back without cursing anyone?

Feb. 19th, 2013


[Public, as "Beast."]

Where are you, Witch?

I think we might meet on more level ground on this side of the Door, and perhaps you will do a better job of staying dead.

Feb. 18th, 2013



Well, I'm having fun.

Anybody in Vegas want to leave the assdevastated to their sulking and go trash a casino with me? I'll cover the first hour's worth of drinks.


[Jack C/Jason T, Dylan M, Laura D/Oracle]

[Locked to Jack C/Jason T]
Which side are you on?

[Locked to Dylan M]
Hey, FBI.

[Locked to Oracle/Laura D]
You're going to handle burning the toast today.

Feb. 17th, 2013


[Public, as Daniel W.]

[In beautiful, elegant blackletter typography.]

Cut for language. )



[Connor B. A short while after getting dragged through the Marvel door. And being unexpectedly eighteen.]


I seem to be on the wrong side of the door. I was not told that this could be a side effect.

Feb. 15th, 2013


[Public, Olivia L.]

[Olivia L.]

[A reply to this. It's always pretty obvious in his writing when Daniel is too drunk to stand.]

Present. For good service.

[(Accidentally) Public.]

[After seeing this a bit too late. He hasn't left the apartment, and so the gifts are on the front step.]

[Nice drunken scrawl. The beginning of other letters that were originally supposed to be a lock: Ches]

It's March?

Feb. 13th, 2013


[As "John S."]

Well, I give up. The creepy self-writing book stays.

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