PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Is this what death is then? It looks rather like where I was before. It's somewhat disconcerting to think that the afterlife is modelled in the image of Los Angeles. Unless, I'm not actually dead...which is equally unsettling.

Um...

Someone should tell me what's going on. Right now.

I have an announcement to make. I, Veronica Mars, am in love with the luscious lady Cordelia Chase.

So this is kind of just a general poll I guess. Who was dead before they came here? Or who died and came back at some point?

Does anyone have some dry clothes I can borrow? Or at least a dry rag that I can wipe my glasses off with? It's really just my luck to arrive in a place that is usually sunny and clear during a downpour.

Speaking of, anyone know how I can get out of here? I've got things to attend to back in New York, and I wasn't intending on taking a vacation any time soon.

Mom's going to be worried sick.

This rain makes me want to write angsty poetry.

The hippogriff was sad
Because his Mum and Dad
Had gone to the fair
Without a care
For his unwashed hair
And so he glared
And went to the fair
To demand that the ticket bloke
Washed his hair
But not even the minimum waged ticked bloke
Would wash his hair
So he gave up and jumped off a bridge
And killed himself
Even though in reality he could have just gone
And bought himself some shampoo

Wow. That's legendary. I'm going to hang it on my wall.

Well, this is unusual. Arriving in Los Angeles instead of Gotham when getting off of a plane? Stepping out and finding yourself in a random intersection? And most of all, losing several years?

All of this is just a little not normal.

What the heck is going on?

So, um...while we're in the theme of polling those on this board...who all here is technically royalty? Just out of curiosity.

When was the last time any of you saw Cordelia?

The stars have moved all around on me when I wasn't looking and now they're in such a terrible state of confusion. They cry so loud...no more pretty whispers...it's all so very wrong. April showers bring May flowers but they wither and fade in the dark. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...creeping and creeping and creeping it comes. Rain, rain, go away. The sun has come and gone and dollies can dance in the dark. And they all come tumbling down.

This …device is rather pathetic, but still… convenient to me when it comes to getting out this short message.

Whoever found it entertaining to pick up their wand and send me into this disgusting place, which to my line of sight, seems to be completely overrun with Muggles, you will suffer the extreme and likely deadly consequences of your actions. Sure, you might be getting in a good laugh now, but rest assured, when I find my way back, I will rip out your tongue, gouge out your eyes, and make sure that you never get in a decent chuckle ever again.

Bloody hell, I would never set foot in this place on my own accord, not in a million years. I can already taste the fear. It's thick in the air, and unceasing. I have only been stuck here for little over seven hours, and already all I can hear is the constant whining. He did this and she did that. Now, we must all cry about it until somebody takes notice and offers us a hug.

It all makes me want to vomit.

So um...

Look I have no idea how to put this.

But that murderous, creepy, ...wizard calling himself Tom Riddle aka V...Vo...OH BLOODY HELL! Voldemort.

STAY AWAY FROM HIM!

He is the cause of the war in my world! He is the very definition of evil!

Thought you all ought to know. But I highly doubt any of you will listen. Gits.