War Is Coming Communications.

This is incredibly awkward and I'm not entirely sure what to say

Hi

Sleep is not my friend, but patrol is. It should be a thing again, that's still done here isn't it? Give me something
Anything
Please?

[no Buffy or Angel, jsyk!]

I know she needs people that care about her around and all, but is it that bad not to want to bombard her when she still just sees the evil bastard I used to be? There's got to be a bloody balance on this, hasn't there? Angel really knows how to Captain Forehead cn bugger off with his bloody presumptions

I really have to say you kids are way more responsible than me. If I'd had a chance to ignore the existance of school growing up hell yes I would have. Of course I had home tutoring and had to learn Latin.

You'd better enjoy it. Have Kegers. Dances. Ridiculousness.

Oh dude, spring break! Can I come! I wanna come! Would that make me lame?

I'm still in amazement that some of you guys are the reason I'm getting to go to school. Seriously -- thanks to everyone who contributed to that scholarship fund.

[Text to Caroline]

Thank you for the flask. It's awesome. I'm glad you're back.

[Text to Elena]

You wanna catch a movie Friday night?

Okay, so I mean this place isn't that bad though we are stuck here. At least its not a desert. No sand- now that is something I doubt I'll miss. I've managed to get an apartment and someone gave me the rundown on this war and I'm happy to help against it but other than that what does one do around here? I doubt I can go flying unless I build something? How easy would it be to find pieces to build a ship? Or at least a Speeder or something like that?

The penthouse suite at Caesar's Palace is quite nice. We haven't done any gambling yet, but I made reservations for Katerina and I at Gordon Ramsey's new restaurant. I might take her out to a show and hit the pool tonight and do the gambling tomorrow. It's been awhile since I've gone to Vegas, much less gambled.

I was going to do this nice post about the shopping trip today, but instead I'm posting about a really painful vision. Human sized. Big claws. Weird third eye in the middle of the forehead. Lots of blood. I don't think these things die easy. More than one. It's going to attack a couple walking down Riverside Drive in the next ten minutes. Maybe less.

>>Much wants to stay longer
>>I could get something good out of this
>>Want him to give up sugar forever?


(OOC: Backdated to the weekend on their holiday when he and Much are off somewhere and she's doing her quiet time thing, or whatever)

How's job hunting going for you?

Who wants to come with me to Riverside Drive to help that couple?

I suppose if I'm going to survive in this apoca unfortunate situation, I will have to find some way to provide for myself. How can I do that if I fail to exist have an identity in this world here?

(Clone Club)
I spoke with a real estate agent this morning about a lovely house I found in a far nicer neighborhood than this one. You can view it online with this virtual tour, however I do feel that the three of us should visit the house together before we make any official decisions on the matter. There are, of course, a few renovations that we would need to make and I would have to take an entirely different approach with the interior decorating, but I do feel that it's a far better alternative than trapping ourselves inside of an apartment complex filled with people who could quite literally kill us with their...well, with their brains.

[ooc: And because of reasons, pretend that house has 4 bedrooms. Thank you, Alison muse, for making me actually sit down and look at houses.]