Involuntary RPG Journal Entries

I'm heading home to New Orleans.

If y'all are ever in the region and wanna visit the most haunted city in America, look us up for a stay. My parents own the Magnolia Bed & Breakfast, and I even used to do seances there. Not sure that's still gonna fly now, but we'd still love to have y'all. Plus, I still do tarot for guests.

On a personal note, some of the best friendships I've ever had in my life were made here, and while I'm sad we're splitting up, I figure we'll find a way back to each other at some point. Good luck wherever y'all are running off to, and remember that you don't owe anybody anything to stay in touch. I'm gonna leave my e-mail here: two.city.name@gmail.com.

[SWANLYFE]

Y'all are responsible for the biggest and most of the best memories I'll be taking away with me. If any of y'all ever want to meet up for any reason, let me know. Shoot Send me an e-mail if you want my number.

Hey. I'm out.

Who else is?

[SWANLYFE VOL SQUAD MEMBERS]

Hey.

Can we talk? Like not here, obviously, but We can go somewhere private-ish. There's a fudgeton to talk about.

[AMERICAN VOLS]

Hey. I'm coming out to my state this week. It's just a matter of time before somebody outs me anyhow. Out of curiosity, how many of y'all still aren't out?

I know we all feel like punching people, but does anybody want to help me draft a letter to the ACLU? Seems like they could use more of a fire under their feet. Just with everything on it--who we are, how we ended up here, our thoughts on the policies here, whatever; paint something sympathetic. On that note, I think at least one of y'all has tried appealing directly to our congressmen, but I'm sending a letter to somebody who works for The Washington Post, because my parents told me they have an old friend there. Hopefully she has bigger contacts she can further pass it onto.

I know this is just about the crappiest news we've gotten lately, but this was the first time since getting here that I've not felt completely alone with regards to home. I don't know which demographics they were sampling from with that poll, but if the majority of Americans truly don't believe we're associated with the VR, shouldn't now be a good time to start directing their attention to us and what exactly just happened in the IVF?

This was real jumbled. Sorry; I'm pissed, too. But for some reason, I'm itching to write.

[LAUREL]

Well hey there, "honey." Before you pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, I happen to know how your powers work, because I've had them. I don't keep track of your problems or your business. But you're gonna leave my boyfriend, who by the way has been through e-freaking-nough this year and never done anything to you, out of whatever dumbass revenge plans you got in the future. And that's the one warning you get.

[SWANLYFE]

Sorry about rush-exiting stage left. I didn't spill anybody's drink, did I? I know I stood up pretty quick.

[MONTY]

Did you leave me a [...] thing?

[Jodi]

So I think you might be the only one of my friends who could actually freaking stomach this right now:

I am so freaking happy lately, it's gross. With Damien, I mean. We had this awkward moment where he said he "loved" something about me on Friday and I think both of us scrambled to cover it up? But then he was so sweet after that I don't even freaking care.

Are you barfing yet? Because if you're not gonna use that bucket, I surely will.

[Jack]

LOL Jack, give me back my dress! And where are my fudging pictures?

[Damien]

Um, you should probably give those clothes back. If you're not planning on lighting them on fire

And is it just me, or do I have a grainy-ass picture of girl you, boy me, boy Mariana maybe?, and [...] freaking Coralie at pub night on my phone?

[SWANLYFE (minus Coralie), Sara, Jodi, Isla, Mette, Daisy, Rose, Monty, Mikael, Brad, Omar, Stephen, Shannon, anyone else she missed LOOK SHE'S IN A SUPER GOOD MOOD]

I've seen some of y'all already this week, but hey. Anything good to report from the weekend?

Anybody get weird pics on their phone from Saturday?

[Javier]

Hey. How're you feeling?

Okay seriously, can we please do something about the freaking flies in this place?

I left my pie alone to cool for two freaking seconds and I get back and it's covered in freaking flies. And by covered in, I mean 3, but I do not care about technicalities right now, because my love for pie is totally dead.

I am never eating again. Or at least until dinner.

Well, Happy Mardi Gras Weekend. I'd throw y'all a party if I could, but it's kinda pointless to attempt something so big and booze-filled by yourself in a place that doesn't even let you have anything harder than champagne outside of pub night I guess you'll just have to trust me that it's the best time you'd ever have, and come visit me sometime.

[ROOSTERS (minus Devon), NOLAN, SEL, WHITNEY, SHANNON, CLARA]
Hey, y'all,

So Saturday's Sara's birthday, and I don't think she's real in the mood for anything loud or crazy, but I bet she'd appreciate her friends bringing her food, music, and hanging out with her.

I'm thinking a surprise lakeside cookout. I've found a whole bunch of vegetarian outdoor grilling recipes, and I know somebody on this campus has to have an outdoor grill, but y'all should totally feel free to bring whatever else works in a picnic-ish setting.

So who's coming? And oh my gosh, nobody tell Devon, because if she tries to crash, I am gonna literally run her off, and nobody wants to see me get all mama grizzly on Sara's birthday.

My particularly impressive foot-in-mouth syndrome aside, if people are still experiencing insomnia and (depending on their proximity) need a hand, text/filter/whatever. Be aware that if you're completely exhausted, you will oversleep.

[filter: savannah]

Are you human again?

( HANDWRITTEN NOTE, PRIVATELY WRITTEN AND STOWED AWAY. )

( picture cut for size concerns )

The most welcoming sight I ever did see.

I'm in my favorite city in the whole entire world, and I couldn't be happier to be back. Happy break, everybody.

[SWANS, plus Sara, Damien, Stephen, Jodi, Daisy, Rose, Marine, the STORMBROS, Shannon, did I miss anyone? IDK I am sleep-deprived]

Especially to y'all, some of my favorite people from way out in the middle of nowhere. Y'all don't be strangers--unless, of course, you're having too much dang fun, and then I might forgive you. Maybe.

[SWANLYFE]
Hey, y'all.

So, I was thinking. We hear an awful lot about how insane some of the other team leaders are. Some don't get talked about at all. We kinda lucked out, as far as team leaders go, and I think that's a big part of why people hate us. (Let's be honest, they totally do.) So, does anybody else wanna do something nice for Li for Christmas? It could be food, it could be a card that says, "Thanks for being the least freaking insane leader at IVI," it could be food and a card or something else more creative. Heck, I don't know. But I wanna throw something together; what do y'all think?

Well, it's about freaking time that BP paid out the butt for smothering the Gulf Coast.

Not that money's gonna fix all the eyeless shrimp, lesioned fish, tar balls washing up, the sludge covering all the mollusks on the bottom, the people who died in the explosion, and the people who had to drop out of the fishing business, but since they don't care about that, I guess hitting them where it hurts is just gonna have to do.

Y'all, the storm is about to break and flatten this entire village. Obviously, George Cooper doesn't care if his nightmare creations die, but I sure as heck am not planning on going with them.

Let's get out of here. Please, please, let's just go. Jesper and I grabbed food and knives the other day, and I boiled water in the kitchen last night and put it into some jars. Grab some blankets and stick them in plastic bags, and take any light sources y'all found. We're going to higher ground, where the waves can't flood us in.

I survived a storm like this, once. Y'all can bet your butts I'm surviving this one, too. We all are.

Let's go.

Hey again, IVI.

So, as y'all may be starting to learn, I'm Savannah, the rep for 1993, and I grew up with ghosts, stories, jazz funerals, and a whole heck of a lot of mystery. My area's connected to a big old swamp where probably lots of people have disappeared over the years. Put simply, I put a whole lot of stock into the creepy, because it's a part of who I am and a major part of how I grew up.

StuCo wants to bring the creep to y'all on this upcoming October 31. We're styling a haunted house with all the awesome that a bunch of people with superpowers and folkloric knowledge can come up with, and since it's a big undertaking, we're gonna need your help--on decor, on theatrics, and on costumes. Consider this our open call for volunteers. Halloween's on us this Thursday, or I can tell you that my privilege as a card-carrying member of the Big Easy will pretty much be revoked.

[TO 1993]
Hey, birth yearmates.

Student Council meeting's coming up, like y'all might have guessed. Y'all wanna toss issues my way, along with how you feel about them, now's the time. I still have what y'all said last time, but obviously some weeks have passed between then and now.

[TO STUDENT COUNCIL MEMBERS]
Hey, y'all. So, I come from a place that pretty much screams Halloween, ghosts, and masks. Which means I wouldn't be able to sleep at night unless something happened for Halloween here, and I mean, something big. I put on a seance for my birthday, and I'd love to have some people reencounter ghosts, but a seance is the kind of thing you can only throw with the same people once.

So. Anybody got some good party ideas? I was thinking

So hey, IVI. I got something y'all should know about.

My roommate, Saraswati Shah, despite some blind person believing the contrary, happens to be gorgeous, and I'd personally kill to look like her. So would a heck of a lot of other girls here, I'm betting. So, you can just take your crabby-ass ranking of the best roommate ever and shove it where the sun don't shine.

xoxo,
Somebody with way better taste than you, obviously.

Well. Guess that answers my question about what happens to us when we get one solitary too many.

Thanks for picking me for the '93 spot, y'all.

[SWANLYFE]
Hey, y'all! Guess who got us another point today? I feel kinda like a jerk, since it was Damien (and not only is something getting under his skin pretty bad, but he's a Condor--bless their hearts), but hopefully I can make it up to him later. I think I kind of freaked him out with my choice in tactics. Speaking of which, guess who had her first genuine, offensive shadowshow? This girl!
[/SWANLYFE]

[SARA]
Hey, pretty lady. I'm holding up the white flag, since I don't have my team's egg right now. I guess I won't try anything if you have yours. Would you be down for some really lame chitchat?
[/SARA]

Oh my gosh, my eyes are black as pitch!

I just wanted to say, to anyone I happen to stalk, ambush, or just act real predatory towards in general this week--nothing personal, I swear. Competition just makes me extra creepy. I promise I'll read your tarot or tell you a ghost story in compensation, if any of y'all want.

Y'all sleep tight, now. ;)