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May. 17th, 2013


I suppose I should be glad my door is quiet. Leather. Guns. But quiet.

May. 6th, 2013


[public, as veronica h; email; phonecall]

Words mysteriously appearing on book pages. I think I saw a movie like this once. Should I be intrigued or worried?

So are you enjoying Las Vegas?

Ring, ring.

Apr. 17th, 2013


Stephanie B, Olivia L

[Locked to Stephanie B]

Hey. Sorry about the other day.

[Locked to Olivia L]


Apr. 3rd, 2013


Occasionally, there are days I am reminded that life can be chaotic without doors, alters, the paraphernalia of sharing one's life with someone else who is usually fictional. Such as the client who decided that the day after tax season was the day to arrive with several shoeboxes' worth of paper going back three financial years.

And then I return and see there's problems in Marvel.

Mar. 29th, 2013


[PUBLIC] as Inara

[impersonally digital lettering; Inara's device is ridiculously electronic & incredibly similar to the selection board she uses for reference to her clients. Similar enough, apparently, to confuse her.]

My Darling Shane,
Please accept a thousand of my apologies.
I realize, indeed quite shamefully, that my response is inconveniently belated.
Your patience with me has been exceptional, and I do hope that your most generous invitation to accompany you during your promotion ceremony still stands, and has not been weathered by my untimely preoccupations. Let me know at your earliest convenience if you would still like me to join you, as I shall be landing in but a few days, and would sincerely be honored.

Truly yours,
Inara Serra.

Mar. 27th, 2013


Phone Call: Olivia Landon

[After lunch]

[Phone Call: Olivia L]


Mar. 25th, 2013


[Sam A]

I haven't heard from you in a while lovely, everything okay?


Must resist buying Starcraft 2: Heart of the Swarm, at least until I've finished SC2. I will not be tempted.

Mar. 18th, 2013


Email to Olivia L.

[After this.]

I'm signing somebody up for this place called Future Hope. I want you to pay them but do it quiet. Patient's name is Sam Alexander. Samantha, I mean. Can you handle it?

Mar. 16th, 2013


Email: Daniel W

Mr Webster, the bank has tried telephoning half a dozen times over the course of the last month. With no response, your account has been returned to me.

We're now past due for a signature of continuance. Apparently whoever you had staying with you in your absence doesn't have your penchant for the tables.

Mar. 10th, 2013


Space pirate for a month. How the hell does one put that on a resume?


You survived a month of New York in winter, I take it?

Mar. 3rd, 2013


It's all very sparkly and so on here but I ain't real comfy with a job half-done and not a one of you come out of the woodwork. Capt'n, you got a rendezvous for those of us that want to get found?

Can't say I've seen ladies with feathers on their heads in all the verses I've been across. Maybe the feathers is supposed to distract from all the naked they have going on.

Feb. 22nd, 2013


[Serenity Crew/Alters]

Seein as how it don't look like we're gettin outta this mess anytime real quick - I aim to step through that door in about five minutes and when the pretty boy gets there there's work to be done.

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


This woman's closet is obscene.

I am not parading around in leather.

There is more ammunition in this one bedroom than at a gang convention.

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?


[After receiving this. Unintentionally public.]

Damn it, Cas, this isn't funny. The stupid thing won't shut up or stay still. Every time I turn around it's right there, staring at me with its freaky eyes. What the hell did you do to it?

Feb. 4th, 2013


The police officers in this place are quite useless. I do not wish to press 'one' to report a missing cat. I wish to speak to an individual about a missing purse.

I liked that bag a great deal; I don't suppose anyone has contacts within the seedy underworld that might know of a bag surfacing on the market? Dark green leather, soft. Slight scuff mark on the left-hand side. It's not worth a great deal beyond sentimentality.