War Is Coming Communications.

February 24th, 2015

February 24th, 2015

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What do you do when what you remember is so different to what someone else remembers. When they say everything works out but all you remember is pain and heartache of your own devising.

I've decided I want to go somewhere. For a holiday. I believe its utterly needed. But Regina, will you be alright if I do, you know I can get back here at a moments notice if needed?


I'm sorry love. I am.

I don't know how to be anyone other than the Queen. But I will, cause I really do love you. You just need to give me time I think

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Jenny's gone now too.

I just wanted people to know.

[Donna and Jack]

Up for another adventure? Anywhere either of you would like to see? I wish I could say anytime as well.

[Flitered to Regina]

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Okay. I get it. You're from a time where we probably didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things. Or anything. And I know, we've had more than our fair share of issues over the past couple of years. We've both done things that have hurt the other, and I understand, you probably don't really want much of anything to do with me, because you're not from the point where I am, and the last time I was here, I was probably rude to you beyond belief. I don't remember what I did, but I'm not going to just excuse any of it because I don't remember, because that isn't fair to you. But what I will do is apologize for anything the me from before did to hurt you in any way.

You might not know what's going on at home, but I do. And I know that we've been through a lot together, and we've both gotten to a point where I consider you one of my friends. Family, even. Do we butt heads back at home? Of course we do. Just because we've gotten past all of our old crap back home doesn't mean that we still don't have disagreements from time to time. But like I said, I consider you to basically be family. You're Henry's mother, too, and that in itself has done a lot to bring us closer, I think.

I understand, you need your space, and it might take some time on your end to get to where I am. I really do. Take all the time you need. I'd like for us to be friends here, but I understand where it might take a lot of time for you to even consider the notion in your head. So for now, I'll just wait, and say that if there's anything you need, anything at all, come find me. I'll be here when you're ready, no matter how long it takes.

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Eddie Redmayne is still cute in alternate realities apparently.

[Filtered to Kol]
I'm presuming you've found God and moved to Pennsylvania to lead a simple life, make butter and grow a beard.

Because there is no other reason, that I can think of, why you wouldn't have come to sweep me off my feet see me when I got here. Or at least called.

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First, Two things.

1. Holy Musical Gaga. I bow down to her voice. Girl needs to cut the synth yo.
2. This week, Bed of Roses. Free drinks for displaced. And natives that look at me with puppy eyes. I'm looking at you Sammikins.
2.5 Not you Damon. Not tonight. No harshing my happy

Its sucked. It has. But we're awesome and nothing has tried to brutally murder us in a while so score one for Team Lawrence.

Hi to you newbies. I'm Lexi, I run the most awesome bar in the city and I will do what I can to help you figure this crazy out. Also FYI  I'm down some bar staff so let me know if any of you might need some work


How are you? I mean, you're down one blonde. And its kinda been a mess the last few weeks


You, me, sangria and kareoke

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I think I need to find a good job that suits me. But I can't figure out what.

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I'm done with winter.

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At least it's warm out. Maybe spring is finally on the way.

Filtered to Klaus

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That bar fire. Was that your handywork by any chance? I recognise the MO.

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It's funny, really. Time passes and our perceptions of the past change. We often rewrite our histories, whether to ease our pains or to paint ourselves in a better light or for any of a myriad of reasons. We shape our own pasts and often it is the lies we tell ourselves that define us moreso than our truths. Honesty is such a difficult thing that we are rarely honest, even with ourselves.

And then, in an instant, we can remember. And know the truth about ourselves and the world. And, in that instance, everything changes and the way we see things is irrevocably altered. And we must reexamine ourselves and see if there is a way to fit into our old lives.

I am undone, brother. Our mother has made me into something I have never wanted to be. A monster. And yet, I cannot truly blame her. This was inside me all along, carefully hidden behind a mask I have worn for all too long. She merely made me remove that mask and acknowledge what was underneath.

I am sorry. I should not trouble you with this. I imagine there is quite a lot on your own mind, things being as they are. If there is anything I can do for you, you only need ask.

But there are things I must tell you, when you are ready to hear them.

I am sorry.

I know that I should see you. I want to see you. But I cannot.

There is something wrong with me, a sickness inside me, and I would not subject you to that. I should not even presume, given how things have been between us of late, but I care for you too much to risk it. You deserve better than a broken man

I need your help.
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