Musings

Are you busy Sunday?

Can I sleep over at your place tonight?

Does anyone have any tech-geek type stuff that needs doing? Routers to set up, computers to fix, software to install, evil systems to shut down, anything at all. Sky's the limit; I've recently come to realize that I need that money thing if I want to keep my apartment and stave off starvation, so anything of that ilk you could throw my way would be hugely, epically appreciated. We're talking beta-for-Skynet levels of appreciation.

[Edited at 9:53 AM]

My name's Finn, btw. And you can just comment here if you're interested.

Somebody's taken to putting roofies in drinks in the Redmond area, then takes the girls back to seedy motel rooms and hurts them.

Be careful. Buy your own drinks. Stay with a friend.

Thin, good looking, brown hair. Said his name was Dave.

[private to j. bly]
Hey, you free to talk when I get home?

[private to a. morgenstern]
I'm fine. I got a stitch in my cheek, and they kept me until the drugs wore off. They wanted me to thank you for the generous donation.

I owe you.

[private to j. whitmire]
I'm not going to be able to make it into work , I sort of- I kind of I'm not feeling so great.

[On Skeleton Radio, Saturday night. Anyone who "calls in" will be anon unless they give their full name. Which DJ Skeleton HEAVILY DISCOURAGES.]

AAaaand that was Cary Ann Hearst's "Hell's Bells" a nice clanky, twangy song for you lovelies! Well, as you know, Saturday is the night people can call in and chat on the air. You can ask me love advice, I can give you cooking tips for the holiday season or help you with your science homework! Just get something off your chest, people!

[ Private forum message to J. King ]

We have to talk.


[ Text to Teddy Orsini ]

She was a Creation. She posted Anon on the forum.

[Private to M. Monroe]

I was sitting here thinking to myself that in the past 30 days I have been beat up, shot, found out I had a nearly grown child, found out the girl I love doesn't quite feel that way about me but seems to be more involved with someone else, quit being a vigilante, decided to start being a vigilante again, and to top it all off this morning the kitchen sink flooded.

I liked it better when I was boring.

[Creations Times, byline Cipher.]

( The Creations Times: ANGRY MUCH, SEATTLE? )

Seriously? A girl can't even listen to the radio without being forced to entertain a psycho. What's the point of having vigilantes running around everywhere, circumventing the law and the judicial process, if it's not even going to cut down on the sheer crazy we've got going on here?

And for the creepy person on the radio, if you ever read this, you totally screwed up my spellcasting essay. Thanks. Thanks a ton.