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[Jan. 1st, 2013|09:59 pm] |
What the flying fuck was that? Where the hell am I?
This isn't Gotham. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2012|08:40 pm] |
I just got turned away at the door of a party because my not-kids who are like, two or three years younger than me are there and apparently there's no parents allowed.
Sooooo... I'm going to find a rooftop to sit on near-ish Times Square.
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[Dec. 29th, 2012|11:03 am] |
My goodness! It seems as if it's been a life-age since I've been here! |
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[Dec. 5th, 2012|11:32 pm] |
What the fuck just happened? Why am I in London? Why are people asking me to sign their tits?
Not that I mind really, I just don't usually get that from strangers. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2012|01:09 pm] |
Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!"
And I help them!
Yes I do
Now it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls! |
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[May. 27th, 2012|12:18 pm] |
Holy cats. I've been married for literal years now. That's a trip; I never thought I'd be committed to anything but deviancy.
Wait.
Considering the wifey, I still think she counts under 'deviancy'.
(Deviancy is apparently a real word!) |
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[Dec. 20th, 2011|06:42 pm] |
Thank you to whoever left the bounce house on my lawn, it's been an entertaining day.
Hidden from Penelope Garcia
Paging friends and/or family of one Penelope Garcia, I've been assigned as her secret Santa and I don't know the woman. Any help would be appreciated. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2011|01:10 pm] |
Petit, do you have any work for me?
Tony, if you keep being an idiot, I'm going to have to hurt you.
( Locked to vampires. ) |
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[Oct. 29th, 2011|05:09 pm] |
Now this is a party.
Safehouses and fighters, report in. Status report time. |
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[Aug. 20th, 2011|08:44 pm] |
This place again?
Or is it the same?
Signora Petit? Signor Remy? Zevran? Ronia? Does anyone here know me? Ezio Auditore? |
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[Aug. 4th, 2011|06:46 pm] |
I - um. Might not be as "normal" as I've been complaining about all these years.
And it's kind of freaking me out. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2011|11:12 am] |
I realize that I'm probably shooting myself in the foot for saying it, but it's been kind of quiet around here lately.
Aside from the kid suddenly gaining a couple decades, anyway. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2011|03:38 pm] |
Mon dieu. Ain't so sure ol' Remy's cut out for puttin' up with a pack of teenagers again.
Especially when they mine. Ain't sayin' they a handful, or hard to deal with or nothin', but this ain't the same as being guidance counselor in a private school.
Least this kind of bein' in over my head is slightly less fatal than the other times I been. Any parents of suddenly-grown up teenagers got any pointers? |
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[Jul. 24th, 2011|11:44 am] |
I do love being a mother more than anything, but sometimes I remember how nice it was to take a bath without people coming in to tell me what's on television every minute or so. I'd lock the door if I didn't want to keep an eye on them. And it's fairly cute. Alas. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2011|08:37 pm] |
Dean! Annorah! Danielle! Robbie! Whomever! Small Robbie just said his first words! I was putting him down to change his nappy, and I had a bottle in my hand, and I don't know, he just ... spoke. I heard Bott-a, clearly and distinctly. I gave it to him, and he said it again, with that silly little smile he sometimes gets.
Is it strange that I want to cry? |
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[Jun. 5th, 2011|05:48 pm] |
Someone please tell me I'm not going to be a total crap father? |
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[Apr. 17th, 2011|03:59 pm] |
Suddenly, a nest of wolf spiders in your theoretical sock drawer!
WHAT DO, COMMUNITY?
Because I totally got someone else to smash them all. That's what I did. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2011|09:29 am] |
Right. Anyone who knows Zevran, my name is Isabela. I come from the same world as him, and apparently there's someone called Morrigan here who's from Thedas as well (I think I might have seen you once in Denerim?) I used to be a pirate, commanding the Siren's Call, but as I have neither hands nor a ship, I probably need work. My papers say I'm some sort of Chantry Mother, some kind of religious figure, which is too delicious for words, but roleplaying does get old. I'm skilled with a pair of daggers, but I'm told you all use something called guns, primarily.
At any rate, I popped into someplace called Louisiana, so that's where I am right now. Anyone need a skilled hand or a good time, you can call on me.
(ooc: possibly small spoilers for Dragon Age 2.) |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2011|10:55 pm] |
It's been a while, so I thought I'd let you all know that the dear captain and I are still out and about, if not incredibly active. if any of you lot need anything from either of us, feel free to pop by or give us a shout. Just because we aren't talkative does not necessitate that we are not keeping a watchful eye on our lot.
But as always, if it weren't for a reason, I wouldn't be posting.
The captain, Aggie and myself would like to extend an invite to an open house. If you've ever wished to simply be more social, or meet people of a fascinating and bizarre nature, this would be the time and place. A buffet of most generous proportions will be there, as well as possible live music by whoever bothers bringing their instrument of choice.
The day's Saturday, the time's 1pm until question mark, and the place is our island home on Tortuga. [Directions from portkey].
No RSVP needed, but it'll always good to hear from the lot of you. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2011|01:24 pm] |
I want to know who the fuck thought it was a good idea to kidnap me. I'd rather not go breaking limbs on people who aren't responsible, but I will if I have to. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2011|06:40 pm] |
I'm not entirely certain what occurred where I was sent over ten years into the past after I most distinctly recall dying, but I certainly would appreciate the elucidation, if anyone could kindly provide it. |
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[Dec. 17th, 2010|07:46 am] |
One of my co-workers asked why I was so perky all of a sudden. I don't want to tell the truth, because nobody would believe me if I said it's all because of a book. |
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[Dec. 4th, 2010|05:08 pm] |
We're doing this again? Alright then. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2010|09:04 pm] |
Attention those of you with capital-S Shadows (Henn, Soren, Ariel, Jack & Bill, Miniver, anyone else I might be missing)
Have the critters been weird today? Toto hasn't let me out of his sight, and Sparky has been clinging to Henri's chest like a barnacle and they both start squalling whenever anyone tries to take him off. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2010|02:20 pm] |
Petit? Is there anything you need done?
Michelle, love, I have found a few places we can look at if you wish.
Ezio? ... I have not stopped laughing, friend.
Morrigan - you had better have returned and apologized to your lover. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2010|08:31 am] |
( Ariel ) |
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[Mar. 29th, 2010|03:57 pm] |
( Ariel ) |
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[Mar. 12th, 2010|11:59 pm] |
Alright, so I was just looking some stuff up for my next book, and I found out that one of the first two? Maybe number three, I don't even remember, but Marina, the heroine (of sorts) kills a guy by lopping his head off with a chainsaw of all things and manages to convince people it's a suicide (done to point out the injustice of having to move out of a tenement housing block that the victim lived in)
But... this actually happened. How did I not know this actually happened? |
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[Feb. 6th, 2010|01:02 am] |
Am I not meant to bed the people on the front lawn?
Why are they there, anyway? I do not understand. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2010|03:44 pm] |
Can anyone explain to me why there's paparazzi camped out on the front lawn?
And furthermore, am I allowed to sic the gators on them? |
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[Jan. 28th, 2010|07:32 pm] |
I just got back from a job, I've got a guild to run, I've got a new student and somehow, I'm still bored.
How does this happen? |
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[Jan. 9th, 2010|06:50 pm] |
Can we stop leaving the toy cars on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, Henry? Uncle Sands can't see where he's going, and the little rolly roadblocks made me nearly break my spine.
Oh, Petit? Guess who needs a new job. |
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