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[Mar. 9th, 2012|03:51 pm] |
Quitting smoking is quite possibly the suckiest feeling in the whole world. I really shouldn't have started, but oh, god, I think I'm dying. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2012|11:03 pm] |
I'm Navi McCoy now~ |
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[Feb. 14th, 2012|05:12 am] |
Fruy! Ymm tewwo huf!
Silly vortex. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2012|10:05 pm] |
... I have no idea what to get boys you're dating for Valentine's Day. It's way easier when you just sort of hook up sometimes. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2012|08:04 pm] |
Oh hey, Doctor(s)! |
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[Feb. 4th, 2012|11:33 pm] |
GaiusGaiusGaiusGaiusGaius |
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[Jan. 24th, 2012|10:18 pm] |
augh ffffffuckingoddaaaaaamn
Wing tears hurt like the sun crashing into your balls, seriously, going to curl up and die now. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2012|10:54 pm] |
I need a new book. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2012|02:08 pm] |
( Duncan. ) |
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[Dec. 30th, 2011|07:41 pm] |
Duncan? I feel like I should apologize in advance for Jimmy. Hell, both of them.
Mr. Stark? If I hit your son, I promise to treat him before I send him home. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2011|12:04 am] |
Someone needs to tell Mr. Vortex that it is extremely rude to swoop someone up in the middle of a hangover.
I don't need the damn website, someone just tell me what year it is. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2011|10:28 pm] |
Does anyone know what George Weasley likes? I don't think I know him. I love Secret Santas! |
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[Dec. 19th, 2011|02:05 pm] |
( Gaius ) |
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[Dec. 13th, 2011|10:51 am] |
Gaius, Thomas, Aedan, you guys have to all hang out. Male-bonding time. |
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[Dec. 12th, 2011|11:33 am] |
Studying for finals. Fuck off. |
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[Dec. 8th, 2011|05:46 pm] |
EYOT! SHE'S HERE! |
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[Nov. 29th, 2011|09:00 pm] |
Okay, so Zel's back, and my dad is back.
But has anyone found Hope? ...no bad jokes please, she's heard them all.
Mr. Lensherr?
( Leandra )
( Zelda ) |
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[Nov. 26th, 2011|09:45 pm] |
Aveline and I are engaged!
Oh, uh, and I've been unkidnapped. Thanks to everyone who was looking for me. I'm fine, aside from having lost my California tan and suffered a severe case of boredom and pizza deprivation. You'd think kidnappers would be humane enough to at least leave their victims with some books or a deck of cards or anything. You can only do so many push-ups, after all.
Still, that was the best rescue I've ever been part of, for all that I was the rescuee instead of one of the rescuers. First two dozen off-duty policemen swarm in--to say nothing of everyone on the perimeter, half the LAPD were there--and then this gorgeous redhead with a sword runs up, kisses me, and asks me to marry her.
Seriously, thanks to everyone who was looking for me. I'm grateful, I really am. I mean it.
...did I mention she asked me? |
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[Nov. 25th, 2011|12:04 am] |
I'm home and I'm fine. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2011|01:07 pm] |
Can someone please give me something useful to do.
Seriously, anything. Any rescue effort for anyone anywhere, so long as it involves doing something. If it involves hitting things all the better, but by this point I'll do anything.
( Mom ) |
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[Nov. 17th, 2011|01:11 pm] |
Whoever you are, you should pray that one of the others finds you first.
( Charles ) |
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[Nov. 17th, 2011|06:52 pm] |
I mean it. I want their livers on a hot dog bun, ketchup and mustard on top. And then I'll take it and stomp on it.
...yeah, that metaphor needs work, it's been a long day. I'm running out of people to talk to about Zel's disappearance, and I don't even know where to start on Dad's. I know Mom and the force can handle it all better than I can, but I hate not being able to do anything.
I'm going to go find something to hit. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2011|07:33 pm] |
These idiots. You take a police officer who is dating a police officer. Not only do we have practically no money, but we're trained to not negotiate with you. And now you have me and the whole police department on your ass. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2011|07:01 pm] |
I just got a ransom demand. For my daughter.
Jim, I hope to God you showed up with a phaser. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2011|10:15 pm] |
Mom? Dad? Flock? Zellie never came back last night from visiting Mr. Kirk. I'm going to go flying and look for her. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2011|08:54 pm] |
Hair, makeup - done.
Cute dress - on.
Heels so high they should be banned in every country - on and dear god I'm going to blister.
I am a go for shenanigans. LET'S MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! |
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[Nov. 9th, 2011|03:10 pm] |
People are starting to request holiday songs while I busk. I refuse to do any until the beginning of December, I have standards. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2011|08:52 pm] |
I don't believe it. I do not believe it. I have a family. I have a family. With kids, and everything. There's three of them. Or maybe five. But three who are here. And they're terrific. One of them's clearly his mother's boy, he's got her eyes and his brow furrows exactly the same way when he's concentrating, and one of them's got my sense of humor and knack for finding all the wrong things funny, and the third one has to be the most adorable kid in the world.
I can't believe this is my life. How did I get this lucky? If there were a Chantry handy, I'd go sing hymns to the Maker. Well, I maybe not sing, wouldn't want to hurt His ears with my off-key warbling. I'll find something.
Varric, thanks to you and all of yours for keeping a roof over their heads when they got here. I owe you one. I keep owing you one and then never paying you back and instead coming over to eat all of Esmerelda's pancakes, but you know what I mean.
No, I'm not going to stop babbling, why do you ask?
( Aveline ) |
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[Nov. 5th, 2011|05:29 pm] |
Man, I'm sure that was the worst Halloween we've had in years. They really didn't want to stop coming, did they?
So, for those of you who hadn't heard, we have a plan: beach party. There will be a bonfire, more hot dogs and roast marshmallows and whatever than we can stand, absolutely no smiting things, and generally taking it easy for a day. Who's in? Last one to comment gets buried in the sand, I say. Where's warm this time of year? |
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[Nov. 4th, 2011|02:05 pm] |
WHAT THE FLYING HELL?!
How'd a moose get in my room?! |
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[Nov. 1st, 2011|10:04 am] |
Thomas is home. It appears the danger has passed.
My--- Uth--- The Prime Minister did not survive. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2011|02:01 pm] |
Right. Okay. I'm really sorry for running off, but my dad is amazing.
Also, fighting zombies with a broadsword really wasn't properly planned out.
( Gaius ) |
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[Oct. 30th, 2011|05:36 pm] |
Right. Sound off again, guys. Melora, I take it you've got your hands full where you are. Thomas, I assume you're still missing damn it, if you've gotten injured I'll kick your ass myself so, uh, please don't be.
Stefan, Gaius, Hope, Jack, Riley, John, everyone, anyone. You hanging in there? We're at McGee's Miscellaney [here] if you need shelter or food or just about anything you can imagine really, good defenses here but watch out for the flying monkeys. They have wicked aim.
( Leandra ) |
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[Oct. 28th, 2011|11:44 am] |
You know, my plan was to be carving pumpkins, not whatever-these-things-are.
Sound off. Who's where and does anyone need help? Melora's off to see to her beau, I know. And Thomas is missing, shit. What about the rest of you? We should all gather in one place if we can, there's too many of them to chase down. Hope, I don't think your flat is secure enough, we shouldn't stay here.
Miranda, keep close by.
Leandra, remember how when we were kids we'd play at being shrieks? We didn't have the scream anything like shrill enough. |
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