ϟ FISSURES COMMUNICATIONS ϟ

All right, I guess I'm not getting out of this. Chances are I'll just end up in NYC again trying.

So hey, I'm Mick. Native Los Angelean, fan of the classics, private investigator by profession, vamp, otherwise lacking a social life.

Something's gone very bloody wrong with this location experiment.

Hell. No.

Throw me back, because I do not need a vacation in the middle of nowhere in the past.

Oh dear. Please tell me this is just a temporary experiment. Someone, anyone?

I don't mind giving my parents a month off from being displaced while we're the ones to sit home and wonder what they're experiencing this time, but the timing couldn't be worse.

[ooc; posted saturday afternoon after ben hunted her ass down and dragged her back.]

Yes, I'm still here. No, I don't want to talk about it.

Sorry I worried you

[ music note doodle ] If you want to be with me, Solo, there's a price to pay.
I'm a princess in a battle, you gotta join the Rebel way. [ music note doodle ]

This weekend, we're having a Kinect dance party at the castle. Until then, please go enjoy my forum post preview of what's to come. Muahaha.

(The pelvic action on Just the Way You Are is worth logging in for.)


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Either Lindsey is out of control, or the Hub is feeling rowdy, because the lawn ornaments are running around like Alice in Wonderland on extra-strength drugs and my Star Wars action figures are having a trailer park shoutfest in wee little voices.

Fess up, McDonald! Were you pining for the time toys tried to overtake the city?

[ ooc: You too can have living toys/ornaments if you like, or have your character encounter ones in the Castle. But there's no obligation to do it. <3 ]

Portals. Fissures. Cracks in the universe. You think you can escape them. You think you're safe, but you aren't. You can't be. They find you. They always find you. You were there, and now you're somewhere else. And you never know what's going to be on the other side. A life of slavery as a cow. Torture. Loneliness. Madness. Or somewhere else. Somewhere that almost looks like home, but it's not quite right.

Hello. My name is Winifred Burkle. Fred. This is not where I'm supposed to be.

Happy Pi Day!

In celebration, Rach and I have made about a billion pies. And by that I mean Rach baked while I provided entertainment and ate whipped cream out of the can.

WHO WANTS A PI PIE?

Oh, oh, gross! I just realized that on this day, in Zenner Vegas, my parents are being all smoochy over their wedding anniversary. Okay, through the power of my mind, Mom and Dad, hear this message through the space time continuum. Stop being all gross and sappy with each other! We may be six weeks old, but that doesn't mean we don't know it's happening!

Ooh, what's this? What's happening? I haven't seen anything quite like this before. Dad would be so jealous right now. Well, until Mom glared at him!

Wait, am I going to be late for work again? Because I really promised I wouldn't be, and I meant it this time.

REENA! WHERE ARE YOU?! I CAN FEEL MYSELF GETTING INTO TROUBLE!