War Is Coming Communications.

Piffy, jesusfuck do you know how to party. Now, hangover cure por favor? This headache is not cool.

[Castiel]
I just wanted to apologize for being so ridiculously forward with you last night. I haven't been that drunk in awhile. So...sorry if I freaked you out or anything.

Look, I didn't exactly anticipate you finding out that way, was planning on giving you a few days before I talked to you about it. But it happened, so. We should talk. And I really am curious what your point was becau

Booth you know how time passes in hell. I explained it to you when you took that bitches deal.

Are you finally starting to grasp what that means?

We should go to the inn! Enjolras is apparently snow covered and the other French wish to be too.

Hey, it's Meg. Just wondering how you're settling in and everything. Any less weird yet?

I do believe Monsieur Enjrolas becomes even more attractive when sulking and possibly a little covered in snow!

[OOC: Yuuup basically, waited, schemed, threw one at his head :P Then laughed, ran, hid, told the internet]

I'm starting to think the store around the corner thinks that I have some kind of weird rock salt addiction. They might call those people who do that show about freaky fetishes on me if I keep buying from them.


(Castiel)
I've got a couple fake ID's set up for you.

I think I have a way to show you my island without you flying.

Do you want to see it?

[Tonks]

Peter told me what you are willing to do for me.

Thank you.