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There's been quite a few birthdays pass these last couple days. Mine included. I didn't get a present.
Welcome back.
Ripe for vengeance, Mount Weather will tip the scales of Spring and catapult directly into Summer. As there is not a dose of sympathy for miles, be prepared before you venture out of your rather well-appointed rooms and ensure that you do not anger the mob, desperate for someone's head.
What is it called when you see dead people? Really?
'asking for a friend'
Hello.
Half of which included my being tested on and had holes drilled in my head while I was half-catatonic. Who wants to play Operation! with the Banshee?
Mostly I just need something for the migraine. And probably an exam because - ow-.
New Years 1917. Piled into a dugout with my brothers in arms, telling stories and shivering through the mud. Tompkins got a pack of cigarettes and he shared them. We all took a sip of coffee (rum, really. When soldiers tell you they had coffee, it was rum.) out of the same mug and slept as sound as we dared. New Years 1919. Our world had come to an end, but those of us who made it through were desperate to sear the new one with our presence. We caroused, we sucked in life, we celebrated one another. Soon after midnight, I lost my mates following a girl with a green ribbon in her hair through Piccadilly Circus. New Years 1921. I had a new wife and an Italian family. We celebrated with the Palatine Hill as our backdrop, and me swearing in another life I had been a charioteer in the Circus Maximus. My little bird didn't like that, she didn't. But she smiled all the same.
Fear no more the heat of the sun nor the furious winters' rages. Is this a truth when the world is broken beyond repair? When a fresh apocalypse burnt the sky? No one has an answer for me that is a truth I yet know how to read.
But perhaps it is all in the learning. And I shall attend studiously upon this new teacher.
I heard the announcement. Are you all safe? Please tell me you are all safe.
Hello! My friend Annie, she's so great, she has a four year old son. Well my friend Katniss, also great, volunteered to watch him on Friday. I was wondering if it would be all right to invite the two of them over?
It seemed expedient, now that we are all living with one another, to say hello. My name is Septimus and while I might be fictional to some of you (having read the book which chronicles my story in days gone by), thusfar I have not met anyone fictional to me.
An interesting world, this.Leastwise you did not come until I was assured that I still livedAnd for our sakes, for the fact that we will yet be within it, I hope that we might all be friends.
I'm sure you noticed during today's session that there was some discomfort coming from my end. I needed to discuss a few things with you about some of those memories I found. Do you have time to talk?[Trigger Warnings in Comments: talk of rape, kidnapping, mind control.]