ic notes and random gab

As we bid a fond farewell to my former colleagues, Loki and Micheal Bluth, we look forward to the working along side whomever is selected to as new Council members in their stead. We ought to know for certain a week from Tuesday.

( Private to Councilmen Gilmore and Arthur Pendragon )


( Private to Faora Ul )


( Private to Caroline Forbes )


( Private to Rhys )

What are you doing? NO! STOP! No, you can’t do this to me! I don't want to go. The moment has been prepared for. The Doctor was me.

Do robots have birthdays? I mean, they should, right? They're built, they adapt, they need routine maintenance, they stop working. ... Okay, that last part was a bummer, but I've never actually had one to take care of before. Not that I'm really the one taking care of LB. He's, like, scarily self-sufficient, not to mention he's probably going to outlive me.

So I asked him about it today. You know, as any good human does for their best bot friend. LB said he doesn't need a party, except it's in that ~You're Missing Something But I Won't Tell You What~ voice that sound way too like my exes. (EAT SHIT, BRIAN AND STACEY.) The point is: I have no idea what bots do when they celebrate. Part of me wants to ... I don't know, buy LB a cake? But he doesn't eat anything, so that's out. He's not a dive bar kind of bot either. Tried it once. Got messy fast.

Open to, uh, suggestions here. Like, literally anything. Help.