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This is wonderful.

I am so glad to be myself again. That was awful.

( Damon )

Hey, you.

(OOC: Possible TVD spoilers in comments, just by virtue of it being Thursday.

Apparently my word isn't good enough for my best friend.

Any single guys out there up to experimenting with me until my so called best friend decides I might actually mean it when I say that I think I'm into him?

No, I'm not joking. No haha's here.

So, Halloween is pretty much the best holiday. I've got my list of costumes narrowed down to 3. I know, amazing, right? Especially considering that so many of the options I could find are actual real life people here. Or maybe that helped me narrow it down a bit more.

Under 25s

So, party? It's getting a bit cold to have another one at the beach. Maybe we should see about renting out one of the bars or something? Or seeing if there's some other large building we could use? I don't know. But I don't especially want to freeze, you know?

following her breakfast with Arthur

It is rather disconcerting to learn less than pleasant truths about the person you become in your future. Had it not come from such a credible source, I'm not certain I would have believed any of it.

I'm so sorry

Given the nature of this place, I feel certain that many of you know about the events to which I am referring. Thank you for allowing Arthur to be the one to tell me.

Late notice, I know, but Martha and I are having a get together at our flat tomorrow. It's been awhile and we thought it would be good to see you lot. Let me know if you can make it, yeah? That way I know how much food to have on hand.

Eric vanished awhile ago, but I still keep expecting to see him in the hall. I miss him I keep having to remind myself he isn't here anymore.

Being a woman again is amazing. I never thought I'd be this happy to be the gender I was born.

[Filtered to Glenn Rhee]

Where are you? I need you. Now.



[Filtered to Daryl Dixon]

I guess it's time for me to stop teasing and actually follow through with things.



[Filtered to Rick Grimes]

I am a horrible person. Also, I will return your clothes soon, I just need to wash them.

I am fairly excited for Halloween. From everything I've heard it sounds like fun. I still haven't figured out a costume though.

[Bonnie]
Hey. So I hear there's a party going on for Halloween. And well I was wondering if you might want to go. With me.

Holy mother, maybe I didn't get changed but I think being a woman could have been an interesting sort of thing, especially with the way so many men seem to think it's proper to treat them. Might teach some men a lesson, mightn't it not?

Never thought I'd say this, but I'm so happy I'm not a girl anymore.

I have my girl parts back!

Percy, you can have your clothes back.

...Except for those really comfy sweatpants. Those are mine now.

If anyone wants to return any of the clothes they bought when they weren't their correct gender, I believe most of the stores are giving full refunds.

Or you could just keep them. With the magic still unstable, we can't say if this sort of thing won't happen again, or not.

Doesn't hurt to be prepared, right?

A number of years ago, in a place much like this in some ways, and much different in others, there was a boy who lived alone in a city full of people. Young he was, and frightened of many things. He had no shoes, no clothes except what he wore, and the only food he had to eat was the food that he managed to steal. He lived like a rat, scrambling across the rooftops in his bare feet, living in a small place where the rooftops met that offered him some small shelter from the rain. The boy had very little except his many sorrows, but still he lived. And in living, he learned many things, and he grew taller, and stronger, and wiser.

But one thing he never grew was bored. For there were always things to do; always things that had to be done. And in the doing, his time passed quickly. In the small amounts of time he had for himself, his mind wandered, and he dreamed. Dreams of Home that once was that made him sad. Dreams of a future that likely now could never be. Dreams of hope, and dreams of sorrow, dreams of despair and dreams of joy. But never did he understand this feeling of boredom that came from having nothing at all to dream about. As he grew, he would watch from afar as the rich walked by, in their fancy clothes and fancy hair, their stomachs full from their latest meal. He wondered if boredom came from that - from having too much, from never having to work for the things you wanted. Or if boredom came from minds that had never had to entertain themselves, having enough money and means to always have someone else to do the onerous task.

And in time, he came to pity them. For who, who truly knows the world, could be bored by it? Who, who loves the trees and the sky, could cease to be entertained by the songs they sing? Boredom, he decided, was an illness that affected those who had closed their eyes to all things around them, and made them feel that doing was more important than seeing or living...