War Is Coming Communications.

So, while the rest of you lot are spazzing out over your recent changes (Guys, how long has this sort of shit lasted in the past? Cause I'm pretty sure the answer is "not that long." Weren't a load of you turned into kids at one point?) I happen to be fucking thrilled with mine.

Then again, mine was a choice so what the hell ever. Besides, I can always change it back if I want to.

Does anyone want to see my new tattoo?

[Insert a relatively large picture of Nathan's pale behind, sporting a tattoo of Epiphany's face trademarked onto his right cheek. Yes, yes. Classy, this one.]

This shirt, various ingredients for alchemy brewing and the like, and the first chance he gets, he's going to show Epiphany the new tattoo of her face (complete with a tiny copyright sign) that he got on his ass. :)



[ooc: Backdated to yesterday! If your characters were at Epiphany's birthday party, Nathan probably showed them the tattoo without a single bit of shame.]

So who's got the most adorably worrisome/surprisingly caring boyfriend in town? I bet you lot won't expect my answer.

Thanks for the gift, Damon. You've got a good eye, it's a fucking awesome bracelet. And the cupcakes were good too.

Everyone I don't hate's invited to my flat on Friday night. Bring booze. And gifts if you'd like. It's my birthday, after all. If you think I hate you no harm in asking if I do or not, I'll be honest.

Also, I am now officially off heavy medication! Therefor I need a fucking drink or five.

So since I no longer have the urge to chew my own arm off literally, oh my god, I'm guessing the worst is over? So...thanks, guys. Everyone who helped. I can say without shame I haven't been that scared in a while, so...I guess if I'm stuck here? I'm glad it's with you guys.

Wow. That was some seriously sappy nonsense. I don't know, let's play shag, marry, cliff instead? Kidding.

[Amy]

Thank you. I mean that. You probably saved my life. Now get back to the TARDIS and let the Doctor know you're all right because you have us both kind of worried right now.

[Anna]

I'm fasting for a good week or so. After that, I really hope you have some of those Belgian chocolates left.

Are you alright?

I haven't felt this good in a long time.

A vase of blue orchids and the following note:

Hey. Leprechaun. I've got a bone to pick with you.

IIIIIIII NEED A PINT IT'D GO GOdo with morphhine someone smugle it into the hospitle

WHATTHE FUCK THE CEILING KEEPS CHANGIN GCOLORS HERE ITS SO WEIRD FUCK

Where is the off button on this obnoxiously loud little thing?

[ooc: See Nathan be tormented by a demon. Or is the other way around? HMMM.]

I'm gonna say this once, and I don't expect to have to say it again.

I'm not in a position of authority around here. I don't want to be. Stop acting like the crazy, dysfunctional shit I do has anything to do with you guys, or the overall morale of the group or whatever the hell. If I'm off having fun, you don't get to assume the whole group just 'doesn't care about fighting' anymore, or whatever the hell else you want to throw at us. It shouldn't matter what I do. Just because I'm one of the more experienced hunters doesn't mean it's all gonna fall on me - or on Sam, by the way.

We're just here, we're not in charge of anything. I, for one, don't want to be.

We might be happy to help, yeah - hell, I'm more than happy to help out. I don't want to see anybody else get their asses killed 'cause they didn't know what the hell to do with demons or whatever. That's why I've stuck around the area as long as I have.

But you don't get to act all entitled and pissy 'cause a couple of us are off having some fun, trying to relax a little bit for a few days. You just don't.

First of all, my priority is my family. Not the random people in Lawrence who think I owe them something because I happen to be a Winchester and therefore somehow everything I do becomes a big deal. You guys are important, yeah, but if it's down to spending time with my family and my little brother who's dying and going to hell in a couple weeks, or sitting around here on my best behavior so you guys don't get antsy? I'm pickin' the former, and I don't expect to be bitched at for it.

Secondly, if I want to drink, I'm allowed to drink. I'm a grown man, I'm not driving around or doing anything too stupid-dangerous. I know what I'm doing. And, yeah, I have my reasons for why I drink a little more than the average person, but they're none of your damn business unless I say they are.

So yeah. Clear?

Apparently I was unclear last time, so let's clarify: The next time I hear unexplained weapons-fire or explosions within the building, I am responding to it as if it is an attack. Let's avoid that, shall we?

[ooc: About an hour after this.]

Buffy's been sent back. Again. I knew this would happe Happy freaking early birthd

I don't see what's so offensive about calling a midget a leprechaun.

I stole someone's fireworks.

Who wants to set them off with me in inappropriate places?

So, guess the cats out of the bag....Santana's a big 'ol lesbian.

If anyone says anything bitchy about it I will cut you.

[Kurt]
What is it I'm supposed to do now, Hummel?

I hate this place. I'm not a fan of things that make me feel stupid and right now, I really do. Took me forever to even figure out how to use this thing. Similar to a word processor but definitely not the same. And what, exactly, is a cell phone and why should I bother with one? And for god's sake, why is petrol so ridiculously expensive here? Who can afford to drive anymore?

And while I'm at it, who the hell decided who was to come here?