PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

What makes someone a hero? Cause I'm sure as hell not...

And I mean the crime fighty kind. I know theres a trillion reasons to be called a hero but you know the kind I mean.

Are there criteria or something? Hero classes, what does it?

Not I.

[ooc: photo taken during this encounter]

[friends inc the Hyperion, the Jedi, Giles & Lindsey and others, if you're her friend, you're probably in this!]

Erm, so I may have gotten myself into a little bit of a situation...

And by that I mean
Help?!

And before anyone says it, I know, I'm dumb.

SORA!

Will you and your friend come to the ball I'm going to be throwing?

It's like the balls in all those Disney movies!

I want you to come.

[ooc: Meanwhile she gags while hitting enter :D]

Filtered to the Recuse Party
includes; buffy, spike, dean, jo, heather, kira, jack
We will leave tomorrow. Please meet at the Hyperion at 7pm {address}, someone will let you in. Bring what you need but please keep it as little as possible. Also Dean, please bring something that belongs to your brother.


Peter
I am taking a group to find Sam in the other reality. We will be leaving from the hotel so they'll need clearance or whatever. It'll be tomorrow at around 7, I know it's short notice but I feel better leaving from here than anywhere else. Thanks!

Hey, fancy playing doctor tomorrow? And not in that way so get your mind out of the gutter please.

This board has become a clutter of disappointment. Why you all insist on poisoning your filthy Muggle bodies with alcohol and then sharing your nonsense, to which most of us could bloody well care less, is beyond me. It is irritating, though, and increasing at an aggravating rate. There are other things to do in this city than drink yourself stupid. There are other ways to confess your problems, such as using your cell phones or sending out rambling e-mails. I hear those AA meetings are quite lovely as well.

I had a dream I was back at home last night, and I woke up thinking it was all real. It was a pretty big disappointment when I realized it wasn't.

And I'm never talking about magic again.

Oh god.

[Filtered to Heather and Harry]

I'm sorry.

I'll go ahead and avoid you two. I'm just going to stay in the Hyperion, and figure out how to get rid of Pyramid Head.


[Public filter]

I guess I'll have to find another vice for the next time I get upset. Obviously alcohol isn't the way to go.

I wish I could talk to someone, but I need to heed the advice that my mom gave me.


[ooc: Strikes can be read by telepaths]

So I got a job at a butcher's shop. They seemed quite impressed with what I can do, although just to be honest I don't know why I'm so good at it.

I'm feeling up for a game of pool. Anyone want to join me?

I want to know why this place complicates everything.

I know that people sometimes get sent back to where they're from and then somehow manage to end up back here again. Do you know if time has passed? If we're here for a year and then we go back home, will an entire year be gone from there as well?