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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:22 am] |
What on earth? This isn't the hub...
Tosh? Jack? |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|10:20 am] |
... Huhn.
I reckon that was not quite what was supposed to happen when one dies... |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|10:26 am] |
What a delightful little place this is, full of so much ... passion. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|10:29 am] |
This is an odd development.
Bossman, where are you? This has so got to be your fault. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|11:29 am] |
Death? Lady, er, your Ladyship?
Aw, hell, I'm no gentleman!
DEATH!
Something is fucked up with my Boss! She said to get you.
And... I feel...weird.... |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|12:35 pm] |
Hell!!
Damn vultures!
If I find the ass who has been using this mess to try to take over my companies, I will teach them a thing or two about southern hospitality!
( Belladonna ) |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|01:58 pm] |
*Muttering in Spanish, some cursing, breaking items.* |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:08 pm] |
Uh. Ok.
Shawn, I got a job. In New York. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:13 pm] |
Karen is still doing well, still don't know why she's still unconscious, tho. They think it might be some swelling in her brain that is too minimal to show up on an MRI, but they aren't sure.
Baby's still doing good. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:48 pm] |
( Ray )
( Julian Cartier )
Could the world stop collapsing for an hour, maybe? Those of us without super-powers are getting pretty fucking tired. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:49 pm] |
Good Lord.
I've spaghetti sauce in my hair. Why? Last thing I recall was being in the store-I'm there a lot-and then there was a sort of rumbley business and the whole place shook and then
Good Lord it's not sauce.
Jules? Where are you? Are you alright?
I think I'm hurt. Greg, Ray, are you two alright? I can't
Captain Jack?
Having problems seeing. Blurry
Jules?
[ooc: Because Jack wants in on the plot and his mun couldn't post last night to the communs for some reason...He was in the store, aha, and the place fell down. He got a concussion from a can of peaches, a large one, and his arm is stuck under one of the shelves and yes.] |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|03:46 pm] |
This is more like it. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|03:47 pm] |
This is far too much like Archimonde for my liking. We don't even have a world tree!
Granted, Malfurion would only wish to blow it up again, but it would be nice to have a plan. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|04:45 pm] |
Who is this madman, Apocalypse, who seems to be causing all the trouble?
I have been racing around, putting out fires and saving people, and finding all too many dead for my liking, since he arrived. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|07:43 pm] |
Are you bloody kidding me? This is ridiculous.
Someone tell that idiot to keep it down. At this rate all the Muggles are going to be shooting anything odd on sight with their little metal things.
How stupidly inconsiderate. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|09:47 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | apocalyptic plot, greg house, jack dent, james wilson (2), jason todd, karen davis, peter allen, raymond wood, reina and sofia wood, shawn spencer, zell dincht | ] |
So, good news, bad news, better news.
Bad news- Apparently my mother fell of the face of the Earth.
Good news, part one- That means she didn't die a horrible death in the destruction of the city.
Good news, part two- my asshat of a father is also gone.
Which means I don't have to fucking pretend I care who knows the better news. As of 2:30 this afternoon, I am officially Reina and Sofia's father. I think it had something to do with Ray, too. I wasn't really paying attention to what I was signing.
Once the world's not ending anymore, everyone (that doesn't manage to piss me off before then) gets a round on me. Us. 'Gotta do something with my half of the money. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|09:47 pm] |
I am running on nothing but energy drinks. This is the largest scale evacuation I've ever helped with, and I have a feeling I will want to sleep for at least a solid day when it is all over. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|11:21 pm] |
Jon, found mom. Help. |
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