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September 26th, 2010

September 26th, 2010

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...my car alarm went off so I went to the window to turn it off. There's a strange guy..I think he's trying to talk to it.

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So! It seems like I'm going to be here for a while, so I thought I'd work on getting my business up and running again. Psych. Psychic Detective Agency. Back home in Santa Barbara I worked with the local PD to solve over 53 cases psychically. That's right, I get my information from an entirely different sourcesof bullshit My fee's are pretty reasonable! My requests optional but appreciated. I like to start every case with a smoothie, or perhaps a delicious juice box of the grape verity. But I'll also settle for pineapples.

Also, I can usually solve your case within a week!

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[[Posted a couple hours after River leaves for this little meeting with Jacen: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/wariscoming/235890.html]]

River
Where are you? I know you're probably just in the kitchen or on the roof but with everything that happened earlier

Mal and Kaylee
Have you seen River? I went to sleep for a couple hours and when I woke up she wasn't here. Did she go to visit either of you? I know things have calmed down out there but she's always been so reluctant to leave the complex, or to allow me to leave I hope suspect she's still here...

Jacen
My sister is gone. If she comes to your apartment call me.

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Anybody out there willing to loan me a couple bucks for some cheeseburgers? I haven't had a real one in over a year.

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See that post down below? With that guy calling himself Crowley? He's a demon. All those deals he's offering you all aren't worth what you'll have to give him in return. Don't trust him. More importantly: don't make any deals with him. You'll end up in Hell if you do. Literally.

[Filtered to the Winchester family, Grandpa Campbell, Castiel, Jo, and Ruby]
I went down to check out some of the evidence on how Dean died. He took a bullet to the back of the head. It explains the amnesia. Doesn't help with much of anything else though. The weapon was muffled with a silencer. Whoever killed Dean knew what they were doing. Shot was too clean, they were too fast, and I'm having a hard time picking up the trail here. I wish But I'll figure things out as soon as I can. I promise.

[Filtered to Dean]
How are you holding up?

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Ugh. Stupid War person. I almost forgot! Hey, Ron? We've got a plane to catch tomorrow, remember?

And hey, everyone else! I'm leaving tomorrow and I'm going to be gone until May 5th!

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Hello everyone. I guess this is the best way to do this. I'm still figuring all this technology out. I believe it's best to introduce myself here first. My name is Jack Skellington and I'm also known as the Pumpkin King. I'd rather just go by Jack if it makes no difference to everyone here. I just arrived and I've been filled in as well on everything, all of it seems a bit silly to me, but I'm already dead so it probably doesn't matter for myself.

I was also told that I should talk to a Sam Winchester about obtaining some things that I will need in my experiments. I'm attempting to send myself home as I still need to save Santa and set things right so that Christmas won't be spoiled. I will also be working on possible ways to send everyone else home as well as it seems that I'm not the only one in this situation. I'm currently settling into my new flat, 814 in case you have something that might help or are curious.

Also on one last note, I apologize to the person with the car out front that I ran into. I was distracted in looking around. It wasn't harmed, except for the alarm apparently going off.

I believe that is it, for now at least. You never know when things come up or go wrong or you find doors to holidays you never knew existed.
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