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I woke up in a room bathed in sunlight.

Why?

Does someone want to explain where the bloody fuck I am? Or furthermore how I came to be where I am? This is fucked, even if this phone is loads better than the piece of shit I had before.


[OOC: Lisa was born to Felicity Erskine who was not a pureblood witch but some muggle that Jonathan Turpin had a fling with before he married one of his own kind. Lisa was born out of wedlock and appears to lack magic that her father had and has thus been raised fully as a muggle with no knowledge of the magical world.]

( In which Spike never meets with Drusilla [and never gets turned into a vampire], still thinks it's 1880 and is so confused as to why he's in a crypt. )

So this is what I'm thinking; Pub Quiz.

Doesn't this make for an interesting predicament? At least it's a distraction from

For the record I'm able to tell the truth and lie. Not that I make a habit out of lies though, I tend to prefer honesty.

[Filtered to all Witches/Wizards/Magic Using people]

I have a strange question to ask those who can work magic. I'm curious to know what sort of possible magical solutions there are to a particular problem involving a vampire. The issue is the vampire's need for blood. He can survive off of it but has a craving for it that often makes it difficult for him to be around others.

I don't think there are any potions or charms that could be placed or used by him to do the trick unless I went through the process of building one myself but that would be fairly complicated and may not even work. I suppose I'm just looking for ideas if anyone has any I'd really like to hear them.

Thank you.

( Private to Hermione Granger )

Okay, kids. This is me coming out of my coffin-shaped closet. I'm a Vampire. I'm on the wagon and trying not to drink blood... Basically doing my damn best to be decent, but I know you had a lot of crap with it all before I arrived, so... Anyway, I'll stay away from anyone who wants me to stay away. And sorry for not telling people sooner.

Mitchell and I are going to start a bowling league team, is anyone else good at bowling??


I've been having such a weird reoccurring dream these past few nights. I'm on a broom and I'm just hovering above the ground and I'm a child on the broom but it suddenly takes off and as it lifts into the air I age until I'm as old as I am now and just as I break through the clouds I fall off the broom and wake up before I hit the ground.


I really don't like flying, it's such a strange dream to have when I don't go flying ever.

I really don't think being drugged and kidnapped needed to be added to the list of unpleasant things that have happened to me this week.

If whoever did this would be so kind as to return me to London, I would really appreciate it.


OOC: Note that while this entry is spoiler free, the comments could easily enter spoilery territory contain spoilers for BBC Sherlock S2 E3.

Just so I don't forget any of this when I finally get home:

Regurgitated Blastocyst is a complete and utter funky cuneiform.

There are 36 pint glasses under the bar in this pub. And 22 beer mats out on the tables. You know how I know? I've counted them. Twice.

I'll turn into one of those blokes who start keeping a notebook on the neighbours soon. Someone come distract me before I go mental?

I don't think I've ever had a more off sort of day. I woke up late, got to work late, and then I had to stay late and that threw me off even more than usual and I probably shouldn't have indulged in that last cup of tea because now I'm just plain anxious and jittery.

I hate being late to things, just hate it.

( Private to Sirius Black. )

I just wanted to let people know that I think Spike is gone as well. I tried texting him a bit ago and it bounced back to me.

Just in case anyone's bored tonight, I've got my first art class starting this evening. It's at New Creandi Graphics, which is at [location], and it runs from 7pm until 9pm in the studio above the shop. Tea and Coffee are provided. The class is "Painting for Leisure", which basically means that if you can hold a paintbrush the right way round, you'll be overqualified. I think the most there can be in a class is 25, and I know three spots are already taken, plus I think there are about six locals who have signed up as well. Tonight's mostly going to be about learning different techniques and a brief introduction to mixing colours properly, but there will be enough time to work on a fairly simple painting as well.

If you want to go but don't have any supplies, there are starter kits in the store for $15, and that gives you 2 brushes, 6 tubes of acrylic paint (or watercolour if you prefer) and a mixing palette. If you're still not sure and don't want to spend money (in case you don't like painting for some unknown reason), I have my own paints that people can use.

If you're interested, let me know or call into the shop and sign up. Cheers!

Has anyone seen Dr. House?

He can't be gone.

Not that I don't ever have ideas of my own, and this isn't something I usually bother doing, but I thought resolutions were actually a good idea, so I've come up with some of my own.

1. Stay visible more often.
2. Look for a new job - maybe using my desktop since I can't use it for anything that would involve contacting home.
3. Add a few more colours to my clothes. Suggestions are more than welcome, but NOT orange.
4. Oh... on the new job front, maybe look into opening my own photographic/computer services business.
5. Stop moping over Nathan and Alisha, especially Nathan. After all, when he'd around I can't stand him.
6. Be a better room-mate. Selene? I know it's not something you worry over, but I'm really sorry I've been so antisocial.

Have I forgotten anything?

I thought I might as well.

( Answers )

I have such a headache! I woke up earlier than usual and found my Grandmother's Crystal Ball on my bedside table!

Thank you for all the gifts, they're just lovely! Now I've got to do something about this headache, ugh.

I'm fairly boring as it turns out, compared to everyone else anyhow.

( Oh well. )

Smartie. Out of your hole now.