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Wow, look, I once again just found some random stuff in my stuff this morning when I woke up, how very strange and coincidental:

- a set of dice, I think? One of them looks like a dice, but the rest are interestingly shaped *
- a marker that says COPIC on it *
- an eyepatch *
- just a fuck ton of daggers that I'm pretty sure are your make, Fen *
- a little friendship looking bracelet *
- a book that I think might be in Zemnian, Caleb *
- several sets of keys that can probably be identified by keychain *
- two different chapsticks, both vanilla latte flavored
- a black bucket hat that says "Raccoon Whisperer" on it
- a nearly empty pot of what I assume is body glitter (this is becoming tradition and makes me think younger me should have had more access back home)
- one black fingerless glove
- jar of crunchy peanut butter that might just be from our kitchen, now that I think about it
- a sewing kit with all the black thread missing, apologies
- a rainbow scrunchie
- two empty flasks this year, oh ho
- a belt that isn't one of my many belts

There also are a number of items here that I recognize from a certain shop. I will return them to you, my glorious fiance, when I bring you lunch.

Anyway, I do apologize--my fingers were incredibly sticky as a teenager due to a slew of father-based issues that we don't have to get into right now. If any of the above sounds like it belongs to you, let me know and I'll get it to you, alongside my deepest apologies and an offer for a round somewhere, because wow.

[ooc note - if an item is marked by * then it has been volunteered by someone, otherwise feel free to claim any of the other items! also poke me if you'd like to add anything to the list.]

These new teenagers we have are terrible at crime. I had another attempted pickpocketing in New Asgard this morning, and it was the sloppiest damned lift I've seen in years. What are the thiefmakers teaching them these days? Go home, practice on the dummy with the bells until you can do it without a jingle and try again.

Alright I've wandered about and remembered a bit more. I have missed the food. And the lack of horse shit on the street. And I suppose all the layabouts living on my train.

Or at least I would've missed those things if I remembered this place yesterday. Anyway, let's not talk about the eye patch, alright? I've felt sorry for myself enough for one day. Come by the club for a drink on me. Or a punch if that's more your style. I doubt I'll be here long enough for the matches to roll around.

bro who can i pay to buy me cigarettes, NO one wants to sell them to me?? i have someone's wallet cash!!!

I awakened this morning to discover that my husband is thirteen years older and has no recollection of Vallo. Is anyone experiencing similar difficulties?

So. let’s say you were taken in by the woman who had your birth parents killed and then she raised you to be the very best time traveling assassin/fixer there is, and now you’ve got a tiny tot and you're trying to leave wet work in the past. What the hell do you put on your resume? I’ve never looked for a proper job before. It’s a ridiculous farce, isn’t it? Most of my references are either family now or very very dead.

Actually. Anyone have a band in need of a drummer? One getting paying gigs, not just sitting around in someone’s garage sweating bullets over their equipment, that is. If you have a drummer but they’re mediocre, consider punting them to the curb in favour of yours truly? I look really good in thigh high fishnets and tiny shorts, if that helps my cause any.

For years now, Brenda has been trading Outlander information for her own power and safety. Powers, abilities, known locations, friends, and family. Those people often became the targets of Interitus' control and became thralls or were killed out of fear.

I have documents and voice recordings, if anyone wants proof. She did it under her own volition, not out of fear or blackmail or coercion.

Brenda's dead now.


I have a cache of sleep darts and smoke bombs for tomorrow, if anyone would like to nip a few. I plan to take as many thrall'd people out of the fight safely as I can with the darts, in hopes that none of them have to die before this is fixed. If anyone touches Jacob, you'll join Br

After some deliberation, there will be three groups for tomorrow. There's the extraction team, led by Steve Rogers, that is heading to Demonikea to grab the weapon. The distraction team, led by Ashton and Lan Xichen, will head toward Soups and try to draw as many forces as possible there and away from Demonikea. Thanks to Noct's suggestion, there's a small scouting team called the rendezvousaction team? that will keep track of movements within the city, in case they don't take the bait. We don't want anyone cornered unexpectedly.

Assignments are posted on the notice board. If you have problems, take it up with your leads. I'm just the information messenger.

Ashton is also not allowed to name anything again. With that said, we're due for a new passphrase for the Outpost. You can leave your suggestions in the comment box by the mess hall.

Jacob and Serefin

Fuckingfuckfuckedfuckstick

They said we can talk to you.

And I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't

Don't go and get the me you know, that fucks things up if we talk to each other--something something I don't fucking know time travel bullshit.

Anyway. Hey.

Tripped over the cat and the dogs running after each other and where $%&* was meant to be said the verbal equivalent of skjdfd came out instead. It was weird.

#$%@?

It's going to be one of those days isn't it.

filtered: prom/ignis.
I never thought I'd say this but you gotta start singing that damn song in your head, Prom, loudly. Or I'm gonna give up the plan before we get out of the house.

[GROUP TEXT MESSAGE TO DIEGO, EVIE, SEREFIN, JACOB, CATRA, & VAX]

» 999wñn
» This is what I get for going to prenatal yoga!!
» Why is childbirth so gross someone tell me

» and also maybe come give me a ride to the hospital
» Cheers

Alright, so here's the thing. I've been here a fucking second now and I've got my people, but there's a lot of you people out there that I'm damn curious about. And, you know what, no matter how long you've been squatting here, be it fucking forever or you got here yesterday, you are damn curious about some people, too. So it's time for a drinking game, just without the drinking unless you are drinking on this weird exchange of a Da'leysen afternoon, in which case, fucking great, you're my kind of people.

Anyway, the game is simple. Point out something that you're curious about the person, then follow it up with a hearty what the fuck is up with that. (Don't actually have to say that, but it's highly encouraged and you're open to judgement if you don't.)

For example, someone could look at me and go: You're green, asshole. What the fuck is up with that? And then I'd answer.

And that's the game. Real fucking simple.

Also, I don't fucking know everyone around, so feel free to chime in so other folks can reply to you and get nosy. It's a gods damn free for all, okay. You reply, people ask questions, you ask questions, just fucking ask questions alright, go.

Due to present circumstances, I'll be moving to a different apartment at Morningside this weekend. The old one is far too much space for one person. It will be a shame to leave the laboratory behind, but staying would be wasteful. And I do not want to remember

I am considering the necessity of a lab assistant once I have settled somewhere new. Someone studying biology or chemistry or medicine, with an interest in the arcane and in improving lives. Someone organized; one of us should be. Someone in university? Perhaps high school if you are of whatever the legal age is for such things. I don't know what the laws are here. Child labor is fine where I'm from so I haven't looked into it?

Full disclosure I killed my last assistant. I do not intend to do that again, but it seemed relevant.

[ Filtered to the Science Community ]

Does anyone have unused laboratory space I might use for my projects? Brigitte, I had heard you might, but I did not want to impose.

[ /Filter ]

Officially 99 days until the estimated eviction day and so far I've been cursed with:

- having to do acrobatics in the middle of the sidewalk to dodge someone who, for whatever reason, thought it was a good idea to reach for my stomach like it was some crystal ball that was going to give them answers about their dumb life. I DON'T KNOW YOU.
- getting stuck in a long line for one tiny order of iced coffee while someone decides to tell me how caffeine's bad for my condition, like bitch did I ask you?
- thinking the last part was said with my internal brain voice
- it wasn't, I said it with my mouth.

I don't care though. The gasp of offense nourished my soul and then I bought myself three cake pops for breakfast. :) If my leggings rip during yoga, who cares.

Hell of a time, yes? You are all welcome to the wine in the cellar for the foreseeable future, though it will need to be during the operating hours of the Underground.

But if you don't drink, like certain knife-throwing fathers-to-be that I know, you can go wish Vax a happy birthday before he forgets it's his birthday.

JACOB AND EVIE.

We can talk about it. Or we can continue to brush it under the rug and move on. I do think you know what my preference would be.

Moving on.

I am glad that the holidays and mushrooms are done; they were nearly as distracting as students. I am working on a new project, but it is not ready yet for public unveiling. It is taking up a lot of my time? Sleep is, well, it is something that sometimes happens and sometimes not. But I have been hydrating Mel and Jayce, I promise, and I have been exercising Blitzcrank, Diego. So see, this is very healthy. I'm proud of all of us.

[ Filtered to Jayce ]

I desire your opinion on something I have been struggling with.



...nothing bad.