War Is Coming Communications.

Assuming my back isn't still killing me, next week there's another game on Thursday.

I 'm tired of the hospi
I'm just 'Angel repla

WTF is this bullshit?? I want to know what exactly is going on and I want to know now. Who brought me here? Give me names. You do not want to be on my bad side. I mean it.

Kansas? One second ago I was in California and I'm not even exaggerating. It was literally one second. So get to explaining.

What kind of sick freak drugs a girl and drags her out to some lameass town in the midwest? And doesn't even stick around til she wakes up! I'm going to kick someone's ass! I will! I can hold my own in a fight. You'll see. Motherf*cker.

So, I'm still not used to measurements here, and I just... I guess I used too much of everything, so now there are so many cookies in my apartment I seriously don't know what to do with them. Anyone want some? I can package them up and pass them around, or leave some in the kitchen, or something? I can't eat all of them, that's for sure.

[Jacen]

Are you oka
I'm kinda worried about you right n
Want some? I can bring some by, they actually turned out good aside from there being three million of them.

Hey, sexy. I love the way you touch the small of my back…It sends shivers up my body and makes me feel hot.

[OOC: This is for a dare. lol]

And here I thought I got a knock on the head and made this place up a few months ago.

Well. I'm back.

How do I know its the Holidays? Coming home to a tall guy covered in tinsel in the middle of my apartment. I actually thought he was going to be our Christmas tree this year all by himself. He's kind of a dork but he's my dork.

Having untangled my fiance amid all the lights and shiny trinkets though we appear to have a tree.

It looks kind of awesome.

I'm bored. Anyone that wants their portrait sketched or drawing lessons, let me know.

Okay. I can type with two hands now. Can I go home leave now?

This hospital staying is doing nothing for my Slayer reputation.

[Filtered to Willow]

Willow! Oh my god, thank you for the magazine subscriptions! I think you and I need to do some actual fun research in them, then go shopping!

[Filtered to Willow AND Xander]

When I get out of here, I think we need a movie night. Just the three of us. Then maybe we can do something with everyone else, but just us would be nice. Like the good ol' days, when things were less crazy.

[Filtered to Kitty]

So. How bored are you playing the babysitter?

Hey, thanks for the gift certificate and chocolate. Kind of made my day. It helped it suck less. Happy Chanukah.

Someone tell me quickly that you yanks have Butter Beer? Or do I have to get all experimenty?

[Stephanie]
So. Reckon you can get Ronniekins out of the flat for a bit?

Is there anyone who can make something invisible for a while?

I will say nice things about whoever comments to this post.


My dare.Watch me be all honorable and follow through on it.

[Attached is a picture of Anya holding up a pair of pants standing beside Lorne and looking entirely pleased with herself]

Told you it wouldn't be an issue.

[Picture of a middle aged man using a toilet seat as a horseshoe.]

Like I said. Easy dare.

I kind of hate this place right now 
I still can't get quite over that demon

Hey Dean, I made you your pie.

I'm back! And I brought presents...well, for me mostly.

Also, here you are:

[Video of Bonnie's Dare: She can be seen on a street corner, professing her undying love to a very confused looking woman, before hugging her and running away.]

[A number of short video clips of himself throughout the day, skipping at every step he takes. When he walks in the hall. As he makes a sandwich in the kitchen. While working out in the gym, running treadmill, hitting the bag. While reading a book. Going to the pool.

Lastly while carrying food into his room after going to the store, skipping as he stared intently back at his door (hands were occupied with bags and his phone), causing his door to shut on its own. And a final vid of a few more skips as he went to turn on his CD player of heavy metal, where the image abruptly ends.]

Alright.. dare complete. Interesting form of exercise too. And now I'm tired. It was kinda fun, though.

I am never doing dares again. Do you know how cold it is out there?

Hey Booth. Where are you? I need to talk to you.

[Videos of Mike's Dares: Mike running around the block twice in Kitty's top and skirt // Mike wearing a puffy pink dress with Elphaba // Mike singing Row Row Row Your Boat, while a group of people in the lobby joins in // Mike wearing just his underwear, walking down to the community kitchen, to grab a banana and eating it]

[Filtered to Booth]

Right. Just got off the phone with your receptionist. Lovely girl.

The punchline, starting Monday you're on paid holiday for a month. So now you can help me paint my place have some well deserved R&R. Don't argue, and don't try to go back to work. I told your receptionist, I'd hex her if she even let you in the building. TAKE A BREAK. This is non-negotiable Special B.

You still wanting to get an apartment outside the complex? If you want a roommate I'm still game. I don't snore. And I know cleaning charms.

[Filtered to Eliot]

So it's been ages since we talked last. So long it's actually never happened. So, hullo, officially. I'm Lavender Brown.

I know you're friends with Booth. I've pretty much just forced him into taking a vacation. So take him out for a boys night or something? There is only so much I can do as a female shaped friend.

I'd feel worse about using the mind trick on my new landlord if I hadn't seen him playing that game. He won't miss the money he thinks I'm giving him, anyway. Someone tell me about this George Lucas fellow. My landlord was playing some game and when I asked him about it, he...well, he sort of rambled and I lost focus. But I picked that name out. Repeatedly. So maybe someone could explain?

So, uh. We should probably talk or something except I have a feeling I don't really want to talk about this so I thought we could try texting instead so I am not at the Roadhouse right now so I have an excuse to text you instead of talk to you. And so I don't drink, like, everything ever. Because there is no alcohol here, in this location I'm not telling. So, uh, yeah. Talking?

DEEEEAN ISD TOTAAALY AWESEDOME HYOE GUYESSSSSSSSSSSSS. 

Hee thienkss myy pieees amaaaazing!!!


{OOC: Dean welcomed Hermione to the family with pie and alcohol}