booze & biscuits for anyone who needs em.



Now who wants to take me on a date?

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[marek]

I'm mad at you now.

Emmeline Vance is gone. She was heading up the setup of law enforcement in this new home base and starting training for those interested. I don't want her work to be in vain so I'd like to continue organizing that and setting it up. Anyone who was interested, let me know. I could also use someone with magic to help out in organizing and training because that's an area I just can't help with.

Well. I'm definitely not in London anymore. Maybe? I don't know. This looks like a village, not a compound. Can anyone see this? I'm pretty sure a homeless person chloroformed me, dragged me into some back alley clinic, and tried to convince me I've been kidnapped to live as a lab rat by a group of mad scientists. They, of course, counted themselves among the latter regime of dastardly brains, tasked with poking and prodding the puny humans to discern what makes them tick. Now, that being said, I would totally discount it if London wasn't (a) not London, and (b) so bloody empty. Seriously. Where is everyone? And everything? The streets aren't the same, nor are the buildings, ergo this is not London. Ergo, where have I been kidnapped to? Please don't say compound run by mad scientists. Please.

P.S. Where's Gamma Block? Is it a street? I have a flat you know. It's on NOT Gamma Black.
P.P.S. Can someone contact my Editor and tell him that his most favorite and efficient junior photographer, Prudence Creevey, has been kidnapped in the name of SCIENCE?

One minute, I was in the hospital. The next, there was a rather old man telling me to go find a job. I never expected Hell to look so much like London, but the expectation of bureaucracy has remained rather the same. I did expect it to be somewhat more crowded, though.

I'm so sorry, Layla. I failed yo

Is there a pub and if so will someone please point me in that direction?
I thank you in advance.

Are there bicycles here? A bicycle shop or maker or (...) ?

[Private: Walburga Black^THG]
Wherever you are, come to the kitchen.

[Private: Dorea Black^colour]
Thank you. You're cupcakes are amazing and also I love you.

Speaking of physical training, are any of you sorcerers lot trained in the martial arts? I'm sure magic is useful for fighting but you seem rather limited to those sticks. Knock it away and hand-to-hand could be a nice surprise. Plus, it's fun.

Wouldn't mind setting up some sort of classes or even a dojo if anyone's interested. Sorry for the lack of shirtless photo, but I have to give you a reason to come, yea?

[ hannah ]

I just realized I'm 26 years old and this is the first time I've been away from the academy since I was eleven, minus the year training at the JIC. You're my first actual flatmate.

As much as I enjoyed the club at home, I have to admit, a clothing shop is not half bad. Though, I may end up buying far too many clothes

What we really need here is a food delivery service and a time machine, this way someone could bring me a sandwich five minutes ago.

I think a dinosaur ate my pamphlet. You know. From the first time we did this? Or maybe it floated off into space. OR MAYBE A GIANT CANDY FISH ATE IT. Sweet Merlin how often does this happen? Does this happen often? People seem alarmed which I should take as a no, yes? Is it a no? Are we in space? Where's the bloody pamphlet?

[Private: Anyone who is remotely related to Alphard, in any and all worlds]
Please tell me you all (a) have your limbs, (b) have not floated off into space, (c) have not been eaten alive by a candy fish, and (d) are okay.

[Private: Florean Fortescue^colour]
Are you okay?

[Private: Walburga Black^THG]
What?
Bug.
Bug.
What?