PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

[ooc: Backdated to Thursday morning]

What do you think would happen to me if I made a visit to one of those pits I keep hearing about?

[ooc: around the time of this]

Where's Sam?

Tell me what you want to leave them all alone.

These Lazarus Pits are interesting phenomena. Composition is a mystery, allegedly an unknown mixture of chemicals that originate from deep within the Earth. Have the effect of healing physical ailments that were not originally present in the recipient's DNA. Can also cure mental illnesses, but with the side effect of erasing the memories which caused said illness. Reminds me of the life force that powers our race.

I'm not surprised. There are many powers in the world that regular humans have yet to discover. Us in the intelligence community, we see a great number of things that most ordinary people wouldn't believe. But I have never seen anything like this.

Fascinating.

Has anyone attempted to obtain a sample of the substance in the pits, to study in an adequate laboratory?

I saw an  elderly couple exchange presents in the park today. It really was sweet.

Anyone want to do anything? I feel like a walk.

Something is... odd. I purchased a large book today. It's blank, perfect for journal writing. There are no crystals to use as archives here. So writing will be the logical step. There are computer files and software available, but they don't have the Kryptonian alphabet on your primitive, inferior keyboards. However, there is something I can not understand. Perhaps some well-educated individuals may have an idea. If not, then I shall pursue it on my own. But here is the problem..

I was writing about the time previous to my world's demise, of the days before the.. war.. I believe it was. I started it? Could I have truly aided in Krypton's destruction? Foolish notion.. yet I can not doubt it completely. But I can not recall any vivid details. They are spotty at best. I know of lingering emotions associated with personal events in relation to Jor-El, Lara, the council, my army, or even Ursa and Non, among other things, but nothing concrete. I can quote military historians, texts of great leaders. I can describe in detail, the intricate strategies used in many past conflicts. And there were many. Yet, for the life of me, I can not recall exactly what took place concerning various military campaigns, as well as a few personal things. I should know this. But I do not. I find this most unsettling.

( A belated 'Welcome to the Weird Ass Universe' gift. )

Lemme know if you like it.

[JLA]

In case you haven't heard, we need to have a meeting. It's become more than necessary and by my count we haven't had one since before Diana vanished from the city. So we're going to meet, regroup, talk, and organise and then I really don't want to have this much to do with it ever again.

Wednesday night at ten. Make room in your calendars.

[Bat-family]

And we are going to have a normal family dinner. I'm much more schedule flexible on this, but I think it should happen. I just think we should sit down like a family, at least once in between dealing with the crazy.

I'll cook. And I volunteer the tower, unless Bruce wants to treat us to the high life at the penthouse-- yes Terry, you'd be allowed out for this. What night?

[Bruce]

I'm going to need you to bring kryptonite in a lead lined box to the meeting. Just in case our two MIA Kryptonians actually decide to show up.

ETA: Talk to Terry about this meeting? I'm not sure he wants to go and I don't know if you want him there. Personally, I think we all need to be on the same page, but I'm willing to defer to parental rights here.

I found my Valentine. Don't worry though, I'll share. I couldn't keep a stud like this all to myself.

Know what would be nice? A warning when one of your friends is gonna leave. Like, some sort of message somewhere, so you can say goodbye, and not be left with this sick feeling of regret over the things you should have said.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

As if I could hate this day more
They're gone. Jack and the kids. I guess they got sent home probably for the best.
I swear I hate this goddamn city so much sometimes, what the hell is the point of giving us all these people to get attatched to just to take them away

Hey.

Pulled here by 'higher forces' for some kind of war. Said higher forces pull people from different universes; galaxies; worlds; realms; and even different timelines. This Los Angeles is not the Los Angeles most people from the U.S.A are used to. It's normal for the supernatural and the paranormal to mingle with the normal. Watch out for demons and vampires. Stock up on holy water, crosses, and stakes.

I can't believe any of this is running through my mind. This is beyond ridiculous.



I'm sure that a lot of you get the whole, "Where am I, who sent me here, what's going on?" from nearly every single new arrival. Don't worry, I won't be one of those people.

Since I don't plan on staying at the Welcoming Center are they any establishments hiring for a detective?

First Valentines Day without Rhys in a while. This feels wrong.

Filtered to Torchwood

So when are we going?

Filtered to the Weir

Dinner tonight. Since it's Valentines, is anyone wanting me to pack a little something for you to have in your room? Tonks and Remus, I thought you might appreciate that as well. The offers open. Otherwise, dinner normally.

Filtered to Ginny

Are you alright sweetheart? I know it must be strange without Harry.

Ah Valentines Day. A day where the managers of the shops rejoice as they can up their prices and get some loved up idiots come in and by it hoping to impress.

And to think, a day of love and the majority of humans split up on this day. Fascinating.

If those pits would take away my powers, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Being put in the Slayer category with them makes me sick.

I think one of the witches messed up a portal. Because I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be on my way to Japan right now. Army of vampires to help slay, and all.

I've never been to America. Though last I heard there were no bases in this section Someone told me this was the place to be when looking for 'explinations on weird'. Can someone tell me if there are any Slayers kickin' around LA? Last I checked this country didn't really like us

Fucking Slayers.

Thanks for the Valentine, Petrelli. I'll always be yours. ;)

As awful as this City can be, as much death and evil as we must endure today has brought home to me the good things it contains.

Good friends, for some, a newfound love, for others a love renewed previously thought impossible, and amongst those here to aid in the fight, to help, a camradarie rarely seen.

When times are hard as they are now. I plan to keep that in mind.

Enjoy the day. I have.

Did they really have to replace me with a woman?


[ooc: In reference to the Silent Hill movie that came out in April, 2006]

Happy St. Valentine's Day, old horseface.

I borrowed your camera, but how in the bloody hell are you supposed to get the film out to take to the chemist?

I'm holding a baby name book. This is insane.

And Sam, Peter? I'm really loving this whole pampering theme you've got going on for me. Thanks a lot.

Los Angeles. 2006.

Someone better start explaining.

[ OOC: Posted as Helena. Oh, and pissed off Helena is pissed off. What else is new? ]