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The contractor says it's going to be months to finish repairing the house still. Rather than burn money in a hotel I've started looking for a condo or some place.

At least I'll never have to worry about air conditioning costs.

And here I thought my problems were solved when that Jedi killed the Emperor.

It seems as though I've discovered what Revan has been up to since they escaped my clutches.

Attempting to draw the Republic and Empire into a war with each other in some attempt to destroy us both. Somehow, the Dark side and his Light side were separated into two beings.

An intriguing possibility to study later, meanwhile I have more pressing concerns in what they told me my Emperor is up to. Besides actually being alive. In a way.

Something about destroying all life in the galaxy in order to use that life force to become immortal and immensely powerful.

What precisely, is the point of ruling a graveyard?

I just stubbed my toe and it was the most fantastic pain I've felt in my *entire life*.

I've taken an apprentice in my dreams. A gnome named Kinndy Sparkshine. She's talented, but I wonder if I'll at all be a good mentor for her.

Meanwhile, I'm still trying to keep the Horde and Alliance from each other's throats. Can't they see there's too many threats out there for us to fight each other too?

I tried to get Thrall -- Go'el, he goes by Go'el now I keep forgetting -- to do something about the aggression of the Orc he chose to replace himself with as Warchief. I understand he has important duties in healing the planet from Deathwing's damage and yet...

Between Garrosh as Warchief and King Varian Wrynn, I think war may be inevitable.

I'm sensing the strangest disturbance in the Force...

My Dreams have, at last, shown me my destiny. I discovered a ritual on the planet Voss which allowed me to heal my mind and strengthen my body so I could control the power I had borrowed from those ancient Sith Lords. After a minor diversion involving a superweapon test, whereupon I gained another ally in a Sith Lord who was in the line of fire that I warned, I finally confronted Darth Thanaton and ended his ridiculous crusade against me.

The power that coursed through me was incredible. In the end I stood victorious, and took his mantle for my own.

Darth Imperius of the Dark Council, head of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge, with Thanaton dead at her feet. And what do you know, all those people I spared and allied with were very quick to pledge their loyalty.

Before I can begin the task of reforming my empire, there was one last thing to do.

I was presented with two options, for the Sith Ghosts in my head. Keep them chained and bound them to me, or release them back into their ghostly forms.

I chose option three.

I set them free. Bathed in light, free'd from their pain and their pasts.

I gave them peace.

I'm trying really hard not to be that boss at Fangtasia. But when you show up to bartend for me and you're ass is hanging out of the holes in your shorts ladies? I'm sending you home for the night because I'm not dealing with that headache of you getting offended by the shit some of the guys that come in are going to say.

[Stiles]

I know you're not on the schedule for tomorrow but can you come in for a couple hours to train on the bar? I got a feeling we're going to need somebody to fill in up there more.

It's rather fascinating how the Sith Empire functions. Or rather, does not. The rank and file serve in constant fear of some idiotic order from their so-called superior and there is constant backstabbing and mistreatment. I've made incredible inroads simply by not murdering people when they make a mistake as my peers are wont to do.

It's much more effective to sway them to my side with mercy, to treat them as they ought to be treated. It is the right thing to do, but in the context of the Empire I suppose it is also a matter of my own survival. One must build a power base if they've any hope to survive, let alone thrive.

My dream self has come to the simple conclusion that if the Empire is to survive as well, there must be drastic change. The Republic is at our throats, and we are always watching our backs.

To this end, I have befriended an agent of Imperial Intelligence. A rather attractive Chiss woman, which is a nice bonus.

Entertainingly, I now have my own cult on Nar Shadda, left in the hands of two people I spared to gain their loyalty after I retrieved an artifact there.

There was one other thing of interest on that Hutt-infested planet. What was called an 'infinite' engine. This device could manipulate energy and matter, and create almost anything that was desired. Food. Water. Weapons.


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Alright - Fangtasia regulars might already have gotten wind of it but Eric decided to head back to Louisiana to oversee the idiots club there after hearing what was going on there so if you come down you won't see him sorry ladies. But you'll get to see me not stuck behind the bar all night since he made me one of the managers - my sleep schedules already used to working nights and sleeping days so try not to give me any headaches while I'm getting a hang of everything alright?

And anybody looking for a job that has bartending skills - we're looking for a new one.

You know, when I was told the sun would do me good, I didn't really take it terribly seriously. But I must admit, I could get used to this.

Of course, there do need to be a few concessions. Can anyone direct me to some bars/clubs/restaurants that are particularly appealing? Have to make sure the social life doesn't suffer in the move, of course.

I'm not sober enough for these dreams.

The last few weeks have certainly been interesting, to say the least. Since it's not a secret, in my dreams, I don't see why it needs to be a secret to anyone here. Especially considering the number of vampires on this community. As of Halloween, I too have become a vampire. Not to worry, I've had help from someone else in this community and I have no need to snack on any locals or customers.

The lights have been flickering all night at Fangtasia and when I attempt to call an electrician to come look at it, I get different numbers. The sound system also occasionally switches songs mid way through. If this keeps up, I'll have to close early and that's the last thing I want to do.

So first my alarm clock goes off at the wrong time. Then one of my favorite shirts got stained with coffee after the machine malfunctioned. My phone keeps dropping calls for no apparent reason. I need a drink before I decide to just blow up my kitchen and remodel. Happy fucking birthday to me.

I don't even know if I'm just daydreaming this or what because to be honest most days I am completely losing track of time and space, let alone my life.

But I am pretty sure that I just actually wiggled my big toe. Like... I'm pretty sure it really did move.

Do... things just arrive from the dreams? I woke up in the skin-tight blue undersuit for my armor, and my armor was standing there against the wall.

Go to sleep and every damn night for a week it's that same weird alien dream. Get shot - thanks for that, dreams, really needed a reminder - die, wake up in the morgue fully healed and ready to party. And then there's Junior, the new alien symbiote spine implant.

For the first 30 seconds I wake up I actually still feel like my legs can move at any second. It's like they're really functioning. And then? Nope. Just me, staring down at my big toe and telling myself to wiggle it. Is that a tv trope or does that shit even really work?

I don't know if I'm supposed to drink on this medication and I don't care.

How fortuitous that I got my star dancer back in time for the holiday weekend. In honor of the holiday weekend, and Miranda's timely return to work, all beers on tap are Happy Hour prices all weekend, and cocktails and specialty drinks are buy-one-get-one-free down at Afterlife, both in the dance club and strip club parts.

I got pulled over.

While jogging.

Apparently going twelve miles per hour while jogging is alarming to some people.

Miranda, this is your fault.

Figures they'd let me out of the hospital just in time for the heat wave. I'm almost glad they're shipping me off somewhere else soon enough.

Afterlife will be having drink specials for the Fourth of July running all week. Happy Hour prices for anything on tap, and on the Fourth cocktails will be half price in addition to the on-tap special. Also on the Fourth, there will be a live band lighting up the dance floor, as well as my girls making a special performance in the strip club.

I'm happy to announce that Fangtasia should be opening at the end of July. When I first moved here I had hoped that our new club would be open by now, but I hadn't expected it to take so long to find the perfect location. And yes, for anyone who saw the post about my dreams, I decided to use the name of my bar in my dreams for this one as well. I thought it sounded interesting.

Been married a month.

Got to say I kinda like it.

I'm Commander Shepard and Callisto is my favorite wife on the Citadel.

No amount of black coffee can fix this.

Time for some fucking alcohol

My last job is complete, and it's going to be a beautiful tower, but I'm not needed anymore except for consultations.

So if anyone needs any designing done for their homes or businesses, I'm free! Well, the consultation is free.

Cerberus couldn't take me down, and I'm not going to let the Reapers take me either. Those fuckers aren't turning me into one of their mindless slaves. When I go out, I'm going out in a blaze of fucking glory and not with a whimper.

Either my sub-conscience is trying to tell me that opening another club is a bad idea or I'm going crazy like the rest of you. Unfortunately I think it's the latter. Then again, the dream wasn't all bad; the blond was a nice touch. Although, my haircut left much to be desired.

I'm still not entirely sure I believe what I saw the other day. I couldn't possibly have seen living Peeps, could I? I'm beginning to think I should have stayed in Louisiana.

The King is dead, and I have my home back. And how fitting that the king in this chess set suffered a crack. I do love irony when it works out like this.

I'm new to the area and I'm wondering, what are some good clubs or bars in the area? Actually, they don't even have to be good ones. I'll even take bad ones or dive bars.

I'm pleased to announce that for the next four weeks you can stop on into The Inferno and treat yourself to one of these:



Some weird ass site called 'pinterest' calls it Peeps on the Beach, but I'm calling it Peeps on Fire. 'Cause those little chicks? Are dipped in Bacardi and are about to be set on fire.

Happy ****ing Easter, Valarnet.

Well, loves, last week was something, wasn't it? That little cutie, Armin, did try to warn me about how interesting Orange County could get.

My Yacht and I survived the experience well enough, though it got a bit dodgy the day of the earthquakes.

Is everyone I'm fond of alright? Aria aside, we already know how she's feeling. Go on, sound off.

Of all days the fucking dreams assault me, it's on Super Bowl Sunday. I think I'll just stay in my office and let security handle the drunks in the club. I don't have the patience for this shit today.

Okaay. Well, the bar's still open during whatever new apocalypse THIS is, but we're not serving anything that doesn't come out of a bottle until this blows over.

I'm not even gonna tell you how sick my morning coffee just made me, but the whole staff came down with it too.

It would seem that I need to make room for a new couch in my home. Not necessarily new, but it is my couch from my dreams. One less thing for Petrovsky to defile with his greedy little hands.

You'd think I'd bitch about turning back into my blue alien self on New Year's but nah. Can't complain.

For the last two years I haven't been able to even go for a jog and suddenly I get up this morning feeling like I could run a marathon. Nice. Good timing, body. Now we can finally go on that 6 mile run away from all of our problems.

Well, this little community seems...

... Honestly it seems like it needs a good party. Look, Orange County, you're boring. Except for this strip club I've looked up on google, where's all the fun people? All of this dream talk is putting me to sleep. Though I like that one mention of being locked in a dungeon, if you know what I mean. ;) Shame it doesn't seem to entail any good times.

I'm Isabela and I have a boat. A boat I like to call the party boat, and I think I need to set one up, stat.

Hey, it's Sunday Night at 10pm, what better thing do you have to do than come to a bar?

The answer is nothing, that's what. Nope, I don't want to hear it. Even if you're already at a bar, just get a cab and come to mine. No excuse is worth missing half priced shots of Patron. Oh, are you hungry? Get yourself some chicken wings while you're at it. Shoot some pool. Get a beer, get five and let me call you a cab.

I don't know what we're celebrating yet, but it's a party so come on down. Right, you probably need a name to plug into your google maps. It's called The Inferno, but please don't literally set it on fire. The local Fire Chief probably frowns on that.

Seeing what people have said on here, it sounds as though Halloween is beyond crazy here. Perhaps I should invest in a high tech defense system for my club one of these days.

Been meaning to make a post about this, but I'm opening a certain kinda club. Not the same as the bar.

Sorry Aria, but you needed some competition.

We're hiring bar tenders and dancers.

Two things I've learned today. That thing can pull a ship from orbit, and phasers aren't having much of an effect on it.

I want it. I'll name it Harbinger.

I will be so fucking relieved once this transformation is finished. If I didn't know there would be an end, I would fucking behead myself and be done with it.

I'm very much not a fan of this working from home thing. I hope this transition goes quickly.

[Shepard and Garrus]

I am relatively certain that I am beginning to become an asari. Though I do not like the process, I like it far more than the fucking Illusive Man having his greedy fucking hands on my station.

That was quite an experience, though it allowed me to work with my biotics that have crossed over from the dreams. It felt damn good to let loose.

After all that excitement, if people wish to unwind and as a reminder, my club Afterlife is having its grand opening this weekend. If you're at least 18, it gets you into the club. There will be music all weekend. If you're 21, you can get into the other part of the club, the strip club. Bars are fully stocked, there will be plenty of alcohol to go around. And then some. It first opens on Friday, the the grand opening extravaganza lasts all weekend.

It was so kind of Archangel to unite the mercenary groups together against him. It seemed to have given the mercs the impression that they could come after me once they took care of him. Cleaning house after that little bit of information slipped my nets was rather satisfying.

I suppose I should thank you for that info, Shepard. At least someone respects the one rule on Omega.

The grand opening of Afterlife will happen on Friday May 12th. If you're looking for a nightclub with a different kind of flare, this is the place. However, it is a 21+ establishment, at least the part that is a strip club. The nightclub part with the live music and dancing is 18+. It'll be a party to remember, so long as everyone behaves themselves, I won't have to kick you out.

[Private to Garrus and Shepard]

You two have graced Omega in my dreams now. Suppose this means trouble's brewing, considering I know about the Collectors.

Also in dream-related news, my biotics seem to be starting to manifest. Which leads me to ask about the impending turning asari and needing to disguise myself when that happens. I have no intention of getting lynched by the masses. And I doubt anyone really wants to see me use biotics against said lynchers.

I just had someone lecture me about being open on Easter, and not doing the 'Lord's work'.

I run a place called 'Purgatory'. Didn't he see the connection here?