Things I know: There was a lass in my bed when I woke up. I have a...weird one way walkie talkie next to my bed. It keeps going off with codes I think I'm supposed to know. There were handcuffs on my headboard. I'm terrible at making breakfast.
Things I don't know: My name. The lasses name. Where I am. Why I have this clunky walkie talkie machine. Where I am. How to make Breakfast properly.
Feck me my ex woul' stir up a bleedin' ruckus even as a bleedin' spirit wouldn' she? Even now, nagging in me ear about Shacking up with another lassmy shitehole of an apartment and me new mates. Christ sake any of ye lot managed to get rid of 'em yet?
Who: Aveline and Bruce, probably others in passing as we need them to be present (ie, npc staffs, maybe Isabela at the bar,etc) When: April 21st-23rd Where: Various Locations in and around Westview and maybe some new places. What: Bruce's Birthday Weekend! Rating: High for romantic fun of a carnal nature, most likely. ( Read more... )
Another bleeding holiday around the corner. Let it be known we'll be keeping an eye out for vandals these next few days, in case any of you sprogs are thinking about defiling places
Yesterday at the pet shop, whilst I longingly stared at the animal shelter's featured adoptees wishing I could bring one home, they started TALKING to me. Today, as I snuck closer to the carnival animals than customers are meant to do, wishing I could pet one, so did the horses.
I don't quite know if I've gone mad or not, but this is brilliant!
Of all the artefacts I have done work around, templar plots I have witnessed, and magical oddities from the bayou I have witnessed, there is nothing that comes close to THIS.