War Is Coming Communications.

It seems a lot of people here are having a really hard time. I know I don't know any of you that well yet, but really, I just want to help. If anyone needs an impartial person to talk to, I'm willing. Listening is kind of what I do. I can offer advice or I can just be a sounding board, whatever it is you need. I'm not here to judge, just lend an ear, so to speak.

Everyone keeps saying everyone finds a place to help out in this war. Well, I'm not exactly a fighter and I won't, not anymore I can't, not yet but sometimes fighters are the ones who need a friendly shoulder the most.

[Filtered to Katherine]

YOU TOLD HER??

[Filtered to Hal]

YOU DIDN'T TELL HER?!?

[Filtered to Mitchell]

He didn't tell Alex. She did. What the hell? And I can't help her because my answers are usually hugs and drinks and I can't provide either and wtf why do I suck so much as a friend if that's my answer to everything???

[Filtered to Jane]

Can I call in some sister time?

[Filtered to Lizzie]

Why? Why aren't we closer? Why am I not enough for you?

Hey.

So you've had a bit of experience with souls? How do you feel about poking a stick at this worlds version of heaven?

[written over the course of the last week]

( Dear Giles-Who-Isn't-Here )

[Dawn, Willow, Xander.]

I went to sign up for classes and it turns out that there's about twenty of them. Anyone want to tell me which one I'm really supposed to take? Because I could just sign up for a random class and call it college take two, but if I've got to do it, I'm gonna do it right.

Also
And what do you think about this apocalypse? Really the end of the world?

[Dawn. And Spike.]

I know you're both from the future, and I'm there somehow. Not dead. So if there was...something I was supposed to do, you'd tell me, right? Some reason to be alive? Something I had to come back for? Some way to make things right? Even if it was... ugly? Or hard? Or...

Sometimes I feel so

Even if it was in Sunnydale and I can't do anything here. I just want to know. Please, I know it's not because I'm the Slayer, but there's got to be something.

That's all I want to know, and I can't ask Dawn.

So, I feel like a giant waste of space here. I have a job, but in the middle of the fucking Apocalypse, that sort of seems irrelevant. But I'm not a fighter, nor do I want to be, I don't want to be a hunterI don't want Harry being one either but, so here's my question: What the hell am I supposed to DO here?

Anyone wanna play video games with me? I finally got an Xbox for my place, so I don't have to kidnap doucheface's anymore.

Speaking of: yo, Stiles! Why can't I have an epic romance with Joker? They'll let me hook up with whiny biotic dude, but not my sassy pilot? What have they got against awesomeness in this game?

(Peter V. and LL)
You guys doing okay? Need anything? Ah! I can cook! I make a mean grilled cheese. And cereal. I do a good bowl of cereal, too.

Actually, I'm something of an expert at microwavable foods. How bout it?

(Castiel)
Movie night! You down?

There is entirely too much bullshit going on in this city. And squishy feely shit that I am noooooooooot good with at all. So:

YOU
ME
THUNDERBOOZE
VEGAS

Great plan, or the greatest plan?

Okay, hypothetical question. Sort of, anyway I know there's movies of us, like.. eight of them. And they feature our wizard sport of quidditch. So I am curious. For fans and friends, or any at all who might be interested, and who liked watching that. Would you see it for real? Not on some screen from the DVD. Like, really see it. Up close or at least just enough to see it right in front of you. Or, even better! To participate. I'm curious how many may be interested. Because.. well. I'd say it's quite likely a possibility here. It truly is.

I can't stay up long because Martha gets angry when I do but I wanted to say thank you to everybody who was worried. and for those of you who are giving yourself guilt trip and I know you're out there don't. I'm fine now and it's going to be OK well maybe fine is pushing it but I'm alive and that's all that matters. so all of you can quit standing by my bed looking like I'm about to die on you because I'm not that easy to get rid of.

oh and thank you to Clark because without him I don't think this would have gone quite like this. personally I'm a big fan of the blood being in my body.

[ooc: Rose did this all with voice-to-text cause she's still not really feeling up to typing at all. And for the record, I actually voiced the whole entry. Nyah. Any mistakes made were kept!]