War Is Coming Communications.

Hey, do we have anymore of that soup you made? The good boyfriend karma is totally going to counteract any chance this has of turning me into the Toxic Avenger.

ETA: [Filtered to Andrew:] If you hear about me turning up with a lack of internal organs due to soup-related shenanigans, I want my body donated to someone who can turn me into Robocop.

I feel really good today! Much better now, no more fatigue. Got all the rest I needed. Took me long enough. But to be fair, I was rather drained a lot about three to five days ago But now I don't feel like staying in bed, already did a lot of that lately. I think I'm going to go hit the bag or do some exercise in the gym. I've missed it.

Oh. And I heard that Boondock Saints II is also out in theaters this month. I'm thinking about going to see it, hear it's got a lot of action. Might go later. Maybe today or possibly within the next week or two. Anybody want to come with?

So ...if anyone knows what’s going on, or how I got here, I’d really like to hear it.
I won’t even shoot you if it’s your fault.
Probably.  ...who am I kidding, if I had a blaster on me I definitely would.
Promise.

- J

It's about time! Donald? Goofy? Where are you? Where am I?

I hate dragons. I really do. They keep coming out of the damn sky and picking up characters in my party, dumping them in some stupid remote location and leaving me alone surrounded in chaos waiting for my party to work their way back. fifth time it's happened in an hour, I think I broke my controller, thats just perfect.

anyone out there know what im doing in kansas. . !? stupid phone thing im suposed to be in seattle.

If anyone heard the small, teeny, really insignificant KABOOM coming from the first floor. Don't panic. Nothing's broken. Except maybe my pride ... and my tail bone Just testing things out.

[ooc: No it wasn't anything to make plaster fall or set fire on the house. I mean if the really old Halliwell Manor can withstand potion explosions the building can. People who likely heard it are people first floor, in the lobby/main kitchen area, and the second.]

I started looking for part-time work the other night. It was really weird inroducing myself as Leigh but it was necessary. I applied at a couple of bookstores and a clothing store since I knew that getting anything in journalism would be impossible. I just hope that I'm able to find something because my coffee habit does not allow for long periods of unemployment.

Filtered to Ruby
If you still want me to work on the languages I still want to.

I feel so alone.  Sure, Dawn and Andrea and Kendra and Virgil have been nice but they have their own friends and connections from before they came here.  It's easy for them to forget about me and I really guess I can't blame them.  They have their worlds and their powers and here I have nothing to contribute.  It doesn't matter here that I've been training since I was little to do something few people could do.  Here it doesn't matter that I was a handmaiden to a goddess.  Here it doesn't matter that I was popular in my old school and got along well with the other children of Squires.  No one cares who I was.  It doesn't matter here at all.  Here I'm just another kid with no usable talents who got stuck in a world going to hell.  At least back home I could do something.  Be something.  Here I'm useless.

Midnight Madness shoe sale at the mall! Oh joy of joys. There's a pair of black boots with my name on it. I know what I'm doing for an hour before going back to patrols.