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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|09:57 am] |
Thank you to those that assisted me during the Halloween fiasco. I really do hate that holiday... |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|11:58 am] |
That was fun, but I seem to have lost my shoes. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|06:35 pm] |
Well, that was fun then, wasn't it? Got things going all sorts of wibbly-wobbly without the timey-wimey bit, didn't we?
What happens next then? |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|07:14 pm] |
Right, now that that's over, I'm going to sleep for at least a week. Maybe a month. Someone wake me in time for that Thanksgiving thing, any holiday based off of eating a ton of food is one I want to experience. Until then, I'm going to bury myself under as many pillows as I can find. If any more monsters show up, tell them to look for me in the Fade, because I'm not moving for anything.
...okay, exceptions might be made for the gorgeous redhead who's teaching me how to shoot straight, but otherwise, sleeping now. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|07:29 pm] |
HEY. LEONARD MCCOY AND NAVI. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|07:30 pm] |
So that went pretty well.
Based on that, I've got an idea. A pretty good idea, actually. See, where I come from, we were in the middle of making up a group of Superfriends, or something equally retardedly touchy feely.
We called it the Avengers.
The plan was to come in handy any time shit got that particularly real. I think this world needs one, and since Mr. Fury and the other misfits haven't gotten brought here yet, consider this open recruitment. For those of you wanting to keep a low profile, you know how to find me. I know, secret identities, blah blah blah.
Except you, Bats. Sorry about that. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|09:44 pm] |
Faster than 299,792,458 metres per second, but negative and backwards. Not possible, it breaks the constant. Forward, perhaps, in theory, but not backwards. The math is wrong. Did I fall through a metaphor?
The stars here are only one color. That's promising. The patterns are here, but they're not blue, not omnipresent. Still subliminal.
...he's not here. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|09:46 pm] |
I have a TARDIS of my own now. Thank you, Sexy.
And no, before anyone asks, no one is coming along for a trip. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2011|10:41 pm] |
So, no more monsters? That's one way to make any Hawke happy.
( Bethany ) |
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