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Sometimes I really, really hate it when my suspicions about some things are proven true.

Locked to Les Amis

So. Tonight I watched our barricade fall in a mixture of smoke, gunpowder, canons, fire and blood and bayonets. I won't tell all of you what happened when and whether or not you survived if you don't want me to. If you would like to be prepared, I'll speak of it, but I have to get a few other things about this out before I try that.

I highly value each of you, in our last life, and this one, and your contributions to our cause. Thank you for your willingness to stand up for the republic and for what was right and true and real.Thank you for your willingness to preserve those things in this world as well as that one, and remember that by our example, regardless of the outcome, we stood for what was right and true, divine and beautiful.

I am honored to have worked with you then and to be working with you now, and that fully understanding the risks then, you undertook them, even to the point of fear most of you must have carried there, but worked through and with, in the hour of our greatest need. My friends. My brothers. I would repeat that life a thousand times over to have all of you at my side, though I hope now that there are better ways to fight and help and things to do.

Never forget that I love you, as I love Patria, and always shall do so.

Locked FROM Les Amis and also Chetta:

Tonight I watched my best friends die, falling before my eyes, each one more awful than the last. And my closest friend went down while being bayoneted while he helped a wounded enemy. I was the only one left to see it, and to stand and still face them, after having been through all of that. I do feel sorry and a deep grief for their deaths, as I was leading them, but as I said, I know that it was not my fault, and they knew what they were getting into. All the same, I feel the need to turn to them, a little stronger than this time last week. Perhaps that is some sort of sign.

At any rate, since I'm not going back to sleep, I might as well see to the content of the brochures for the literacy drive and take them down to the print shop while on my way to class. I'd wondered how I'd make the time, so, really. Win/Win?

( It's delicioso! )

It's hard enough studying for finals as a regular college student.

Imagine trying not to accidentally set your study notes on fire. Bending is hard in a normal world.

Isn't Earth just beautiful when it's sunny and warm and the skies are blue?

Not quite as beautiful as silver leaves, and waking to a burning red sky. But it is very nearly comparable.

Last night's dream was even stranger than the one about Pluto.

We helped a crew of people from Minyos find their race bank - they called it P7E. The Doctor said his people had... intervened at some point in their history, accidentally become their gods. The technology they'd given them led to civil war, and the destruction of their home planet...

I hope Jackson can restore his people now. The Minyans could have easily been my tribe.

Still think it's kinda weird being in a state where Spring isn't a hot emotional mess of weather. Sure there's rain, but it's always so... nice. Weird.


Anyway. Gettin' the bored itch. Thinkin' of going out for drinks tomorrow. Who wants t'come?

I feel as if I am in need of a hobby. So I appeal to your wisdom, Valarnet - what do you do for fun? I already read many books and practice fighting with daggers.

Oh, hey! I think I know some people here already. Hi! I'm Mavis, and I'm gratuitously perky, and vegan. Sadly, no, it doesn't give me any superpowers. Unless perkiness counts.

Okay, I'll stop now.

Nine days until the wedding.

Not going to talk about my most recent dreams. I don't feel like reliving my pre-pubescence again.

I found myself humming the Curious George Theme Song while I was doing dishes today. As much as I enjoy the work by H.A. and Margaret Ray, I'm not sure that the PBS program has the same spirit that the original had. I believe I've seen every episode with Daisy, and I'm not sure it holds up to multiple viewings--though I'm sure she would disagree with me.

I can't help but find myself asking, why doesn't someone discipline the damn monkey? Is this really the lesson that we want to be teaching our children? "It's okay to misbehave. The man in the Yellow Hat will simply come along and clean up your mess at the end of the episode."

Right. Should probably introduce myself.

Name's Clara. Rubbish with computers. Going to travel the world one day. If I ever leave California, that is. Was only meant to visit.

Anyone else have a dream in black and white?

Or uh, about breaking the 66 seals of the Apocalypse to open the door to hell and let Lucifer walk free on the Earth? No? Just me, then?

What about drinking demon blood? Okay, this is getting dark.

I feel like I'm the only one who's not having strange dreams that are more like memories, or whatever they are. Makes me feel almost like an outcast. Or something.

So, my sexual history is a lot like the Ark of the Covenant - epic and private. But even as a fabulously liberated woman, I still don't know if I'd be able to shag a guy with a Trogdor the Burninator tramp stamp. I really don't think I could.

Oh, and what is in the water here that makes dreams weird? I'd never ever work for the FBI. Too stressful. Too gory. Too sad. Not good.

This creepy kelp covered alien with one eye tried to steal the Mona Lisa in order to get money so he could leave Earth.

Except did you know that Da Vinci apparently painted six versions of the Mona Lisa?

You learn something new every day. I'm still not sure about other me's choice in clothes though. Her hats are large and kind of awful. I mean she's cute and everything but I don't know.

I think I'm getting smarter. How interesting.