Journal Comm for The Quadrangle

Well...I'm back.

Edit( SpecOps Members )

Edit( Harry )

I'm leaving for New York to handle my father's funeral and estate.

Be back in a couple of weeks. If you need me, message me on the network or call my cell.

You guys do plan on not being on fire sometime in the near future, right? I just came from a reality run by an all-powerful psychopathic mutant who signs his checks "Apocalypse", and I feel right at home here. Good thing I made everyone else leave first, I'd never sleep if I'd left someone trapped in there.

So ... now that I'm not going to end up in a dog cage, uh. Hi. I'm Blink. And I guess this is my home reality. I think. I'd say it was a lot less weird last time I was here, but I don't remember much of it. Yay.

I'm SO glad that fucking bitch is gone. I smell like fucking lavender and I'm wearing that stupid cross and I'm covered from my neck to my ankles. How does the bitch even BREATHE?!

Fuck this, I'm getting naked and going on the roof.

Are there any decent tailors in the nearby area? I find myself in need of alterations to all my coats.