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[30 Apr 2013|06:04am] |
[Filter to Lachlan]
I did it. I heard about the plant being... Well, I did that. I might not have remembered anything else you taught me, but I remembered that. Thank you. Can you teach me how to stop seeing someone die everytime I close my eyes?
I don't think I've said this enough: Thank you for everything.
[Filter to Jaimie]
Can we go home now? I know what that means for you and for me, but... Let's go before I can't walk away.
How is your wound? Healing okay? Is there anything I can do?
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I think I need to be doing something. I think I'm done recuperating. If anyone needs anything, please let me know. But I can't carry any heavy boxes. So, anything but that.
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[30 Apr 2013|07:02am] |
Three things that suck about getting injured:
- Research duty. How do you researchers do this on a daily basis?
- I know way too much about soap operas now.
- Typing takes longer. This took me almost a half hour to type. Doesn't help there's an excitable dog dancing on my legs and hitting the phone with her tail.
Echoing what everyone else has said - glad everyone's back and hope you all make speedy recoveries. Especially if you've been put on research. I'm so bored.
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[30 Apr 2013|10:02am] |
O, I suppose it is time I finally made use of this network -- greetings, persons of Landvik Academy! I know a few of you and do not know many of you, though it would be my pleasure to reverse these circumstances. I would offer tea as an enticement but I've only put the kettle, and I do not know what your tastes might be. Would you like a cup of Golden Monkey? Silver Needle, the tea once reserved for emperors? Perhaps you are more of a Rooibos fan, to which I say -- good taste, my friend! I have, in fact, selected a Rooibos for my tea this morning, in hopes of reinvigorating these old & tired bones (a momentous task that I have set before myself, I do believe!) before I start on this pile of unfortunate paperwork that seems to be more part of my job than the other more exciting things.
Ah, yes, it would do to say my name. Absalom Brown, in this year and age, and I am a member of the Demonic Crimes unit. Nothing personal against demons, of course, seeing as we are all related in such a strange and fascinating way!, but you know, that is where I have been put and work.
That being said, has anyone seen my missing mitten? It is forest green with yellow diamonds on it, I would like it back very much.
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[30 Apr 2013|03:37pm] |
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[ filter; spectres ]
This is probably a super personal question, and don't even answer if you don't want to, but what happens on the day you die? Not asking because I have nfi myself, but with you. Does it feel weird? Do you get sick, or does it just pass? My deathday is coming up next month and I'm going to get really sick soon but I wanted to
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[30 Apr 2013|06:17pm] |
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How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf!)
The one with the waggley tail~
How much is that doggie in the window (arf, arf!)
I do hope that doggie's for sale~
SO I CAN EAT HIM
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You know what's good in a pinch? Animal blood. I was so famished today when I was coming back from Tromsø. I think I even felt like I would faint! But fortunately I found sustenance. Don't fuss about it being a pet, it was just a fox. All that hot delicious blood and not a drop wasted. Pity it wasn't a hunter or something.
Vampires that went on that last mission! How are you all doing? Have donors lined up at your door to feed you?
[ filter: gabriel ]
You.
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