War Is Coming Communications.

I wanna learn how to drive. Am I old enough for that here?

Also...I feel like I've been sixteen for a really long time...but Abby and I never got around to picking out a human birthday for me before she was sent away... Any suggestions...?

>>Hey
>>What would you say if I told you I want to go to Paris?

So Pestilence is defeated, and you know what that means?

Time for a meme: http://en.shindanmaker.com/219278


Jo Harvelle-Shurley is made of steel, puppies, and sunlight. With a dash of GAME OVER.

Hell yeah.


Rae Ellen Shurley is made of Metal, Sci-Fi, and forgetfulness. With a dash of Keanu Reeves.
Ashley Grace Shurley is made of fire, singing, and servitude. With a dash of Rick Astley.


ETA! Because they haven't said theirs yet....

Bruce Wayne is made of smiles, silver, and innocence. With a dash of YouTube.

Tony Stark is made of tired, ice cream, and clouds. With a dash of radiation.

So. Is there any actual fun to be had around here?

>>Hey
>>Wanna get out of this city for a while?

Okay, first of all? Super happy to be alive right now. I'm not stupid, I know that was close. And a huge gigantic overwhelmingly sappy thank you to both John Watson and one of my favourite Time Lord, the Ninth Doctor. Cause I'm pretty sure without the two of you, I wouldn't be typing this right now.

Secondly, I missed my bloody birthday thanks to a fever of 102 and some slight hallucinations about King Tut and the chessboard scene in Harry Potter. Don't ask.

So we're remedying this. And we're going all out. I know mine wasn't the only birthday recently, either, so we're just gonna throw one big old bash and call it a night. All ages welcome (including the kids!) but note that alcohol will be served! I've got a DJ lined up (who glared at me considering it's prom season but then I threw a number out at him and suddenly, I'm approved), catering from a local steakhouse (who's just grateful to have the business...apparently half the city thought they'd been food poisoned), and a location if I can convince Mrs. Shurley who is my favourite bar patron EVER to allow me to book the Roadhouse for the night, wink wink wink.

Next weekend, Saturday the 12th. Be there.

Ahem. Sorry, Lawrence High, didn't mean to rain on your frilly dress parade! Friday, May 11th, be there!

Cupcakes in the kitchen, anyone who wants one feel free. I needed a cupcake so I bought a couple dozen strawberry shortcake ones.



( Delivered to Sam. )

Hey.

Now that I'm pretty sure you're not going to die of a fever melting your brain, there's something I should maybe tell you.

Feelin' good this Friday afternoon... — my new obsession. Not necessarily the song, but the band. And the album. Even though it's like eleven years old, whatever, don't judge me lol

It was good to get outside again. I took Zeus to the dog park, and I'm pretty sure now it has to be a thing. He gave me so much shit when it was time to leave. It's like having a ch Fuck. I got got a few photos out of it, too.

Anybody interested in helping me give him a bath, though? He found a rockin' mud puddle to roll in and he's getting really big. I'm not entirely sure doing this on my own is going to result in anything other than me getting a dirty shower and him making a mess of my apartment lol

Kon, we need to go shooting again soon. It's been too long. If you're, like, allowed or whatever, now, I don't know how bro code works

So after spending all day yesterday and the previous night poking at this computer thing, I think i have basics down

Strange device and I hope it works. But greetings to all, I have recently arrived in this city and will do whatever I can to help stop this apocalypse thing. It is...definitely a far cry from the world I was taken from.

I am Hercules.

[Gaia]
Thank you for your help when I arrived here. If I can ever return the favor, let me know.

Well, I know I'm not really supposed to watch my movie or anything, but I couldn't resist this particular snippet. This is my best friend Clarke - The only guy who didn't want to screw me and kick me to the curb. That's part because he's nice and part because he's gay. You can see Baby Joan our little bag of flour baby in the back, too. I miss him. Clarke, not Baby Joan.

http://youtu.be/irOGRVml-Iw

( Printed in yesterday's paper! )

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