War Is Coming Communications.

Anders is gone. Like Seal gone.

This is just bloody brilliant. I feel the need to be drunk. Or to hit something really really hard.

Never thought I'd actually find running for exercise rather than for my life as...calming...as it is. Weird.

[Doreah]
How'd you make out with that new girl? Epiphany, or something?

[Katniss]
Okay. You win. You can teach me to swim. It's so hot this week...I can hardly stand it, anymore.

[Rachel]
Are you settling in all right...? Normally, I'd have checked in sooner, I'm sorry. I meant to.

We haven't met. I'm Doreah. I was wondering if there is anything you might be able to make that could get rid of nightmares.

We haven't spoken as of late. How are you?

Isn't it lovely?
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The most beautiful thing I ever owned and it is once again in my possession! I like this recent turn of events, with the seal giving us gifts from our homes.

I found a book that you might find useful. It's full of ideas as to how to deal with what they call post traumatic stress disorder which seems to be an accurate label for what we're going through. I'm almost finished reading. Would you like to have a look when I'm through with it?

How are you doing as of late?

Free drinks at every bar in town except the Roadhouse for me and whoever wants to take me out a night early for my birthday since I've got way better plans for tomorrow? Don't mind if I do! Who's with me?

[Roadhouse staff]
Ain't gonna hit up the Roadhouse because I'm saving my money for something but I'm not gonna mind fuck you guys for free shit. Nothing against your establishment; I love it there. Didn't want you to think it was a boycott or something.

ooc: In case you were wondering if you're a friend of Doreah's, she pretty much sent the invitation out to everyone who has ever been kind to her, including Peeta and Jenny as well. And Jaime. She has to be civil with him now.

Being the end of the week, I say it's the perfect time for us to get together. Food, drinks, and conversation. What do you say?

Do you feel as awful as I do? Like nothing will ever be good again and everything hurts every time you move?

I thought an expression of gratitude was due. Thank you to all who helped rescue me and the others from that awful place. You, too, Kingslayer.

So apparently I'm stuck here. Where's a good place to get drunk then? Because I know I can't be the only fucking person here up for a drink after this bullshit.

Bloody Maker I'm sore after that. But I'm so glad that shit is done. Now I plan to get really drunk, and pass out again.

Are you well? It seems as if some strange plague came to town to wreak havoc.

[Filtered against evil, Moriarty, Katherine and Lannister-blooded people]

I need a bloody night out. Doreah! We're going to that club tonight! If anyone else wishes to join in the dancing and drinking and orgy, join us at [insert address]. Well, the orgy is optional. Willing participants only!

Anders, make sure we get home safely, please?


[Felicia]

After I get over the impending hangover I will have tomorrow, I need new shinies. Like, several of them. You in?

I ate far too much candy yesterday. I still have this uncomfortable heaviness in my stomach.

I suppose I should have listened to the warnings.

Now that I have an ID, I would like to get a job but I don't know what's offered around here. Does anyone want to help a girl out? My first thought was teaching science at one of the schools but I'd like to explore my options before I commit to that.

Holy shit I want to try and make homemade poptarts. I found recipes!

I can't even decide where to start! I totes must do this though.

There's a nutella, strawberry, and white chocolate one.... or apple pie one....or pumpkin. Where the hell do I start?

In other news I no longer have a job. Oops.

Who is this 'Saint Patrick' and what does he have to do with green ale?

I've just found out I'm fictional. This is strange, but at least from what I'm being told, the books are good? Is this a normal thing around here, being fictional?