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canfindrope ...How many wolves are in this city? Werewolves, I mean. Or people who turn into animals, in general. Especially during the full moon.
I'm thinking we might need to start getting organized. I mean, there's got to be more than a few of us, right? And some of you might need help gaining control. Plus, we don't want anyone getting hurt when they transform.
If the vampires can do it, so can we, right?
[A small pause.]
...Oh. And if anyone's good at finding things, could they let me know? I'm sort of trying to start up a company.
I'm thinking we might need to start getting organized. I mean, there's got to be more than a few of us, right? And some of you might need help gaining control. Plus, we don't want anyone getting hurt when they transform.
If the vampires can do it, so can we, right?
[A small pause.]
...Oh. And if anyone's good at finding things, could they let me know? I'm sort of trying to start up a company.
charmedsonI know I should probably be learning an important life lesson after being stripped of my powers for a day...
How's this?
Being normal sucks.
How's this?
Being normal sucks.
voice/filtered from "Castiel"
December 2nd, 2012 11:15 pmpaterelohim[It's late. There's some background noise, distant, muffled, sounding very vaguely like music- he's on break at Purgatory. A self-assigned one, manager's prerogative.]
You know the phrase "your life flashing before your eyes"? Supposedly right before you die, when this moment of self-reflection just- hits you?
Can we talk about how preposterous that is? Yeah, because imminent death would really trigger that exact reaction- an intense fast-cut montage with percussive sound effects, you know, to really heighten the tension. Or some cockamamie Lifetime dream sequence where all these fuzzy filler memories float past you in soft focus.
Don't get me wrong, that's poetic, but-
-and there's another thing. It's supposed to happen in order, from when you were born right until then. But, come on. Is that how you think about yourself- from start to finish, as if that's the only pattern that could possibly happen within a lifetime?
I don't think so. [His voice gets quiet.] I think it's more complicated than that.
You know the phrase "your life flashing before your eyes"? Supposedly right before you die, when this moment of self-reflection just- hits you?
Can we talk about how preposterous that is? Yeah, because imminent death would really trigger that exact reaction- an intense fast-cut montage with percussive sound effects, you know, to really heighten the tension. Or some cockamamie Lifetime dream sequence where all these fuzzy filler memories float past you in soft focus.
Don't get me wrong, that's poetic, but-
-and there's another thing. It's supposed to happen in order, from when you were born right until then. But, come on. Is that how you think about yourself- from start to finish, as if that's the only pattern that could possibly happen within a lifetime?
I don't think so. [His voice gets quiet.] I think it's more complicated than that.
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November 15th, 2012 03:06 amcanfindrope[There's something different about Red today - perhaps to be expected, after her recent disappearance. Her old fashioned clothes have been changed out for a short shirt and skirt. Her hair is drawn back behind her head. The only thing the same is her cloak, which hangs around her shoulders.]
Wow. I didn't think I'd ever see this place again.] [She's been gone over twenty eight years, by her count. But everything looks the same. For that matter, it feels the same -as if everything she went through was just a dream.] If anyone I know's still here, I'd be happy to see them. If you don't know me, then... you can call me Red.
Oh! And if anyone sees a wolf running at night, don't shoot. It's just me.
ooc: Responses will be delayed a little - internet issues. This is way overdue, though, so. Hope you enjoy all the same. :)
For those who didn't see the announcement, Red's been updated to canon-current - she now has full access to her Ruby's memories from Storybrooke. Which, for those who don't know the series, basically means she spent the last twenty eight years as a flirty waitress. Needless to say, she now has way more idea how to survive in a city.
Wow. I didn't think I'd ever see this place again.] [She's been gone over twenty eight years, by her count. But everything looks the same. For that matter, it feels the same -as if everything she went through was just a dream.] If anyone I know's still here, I'd be happy to see them. If you don't know me, then... you can call me Red.
Oh! And if anyone sees a wolf running at night, don't shoot. It's just me.
ooc: Responses will be delayed a little - internet issues. This is way overdue, though, so. Hope you enjoy all the same. :)
For those who didn't see the announcement, Red's been updated to canon-current - she now has full access to her Ruby's memories from Storybrooke. Which, for those who don't know the series, basically means she spent the last twenty eight years as a flirty waitress. Needless to say, she now has way more idea how to survive in a city.
likepaleglass[A man’s voice, louder than it should be.]
Sophie! SOPHIE.
[A man flickers into view on camera. He’s decidedly handsome, well-groomed and dressed, a blue jewel hanging from one ear. One might almost be able to smell a whiff of hyacinth perfume. For a moment he turns the NV over and around in his hands until the viewer just gets a jumble of him – flashes of hair and hands and eyes that are strangely pale, green, reflective like glass. Finally the window comes to rest on him again, and he is glaring.]
Never hire a cleaning lady. If they come nosing their way into your life, boot them out the door, as you value your sanity.
[Hard to say if he knows he’s talking to you. In all honesty, it probably doesn’t matter. He pushes the hair back from his face, handsomely perturbed.]
All right, since there seems to be no immediate way back: I’ll need the nearest junkyard. Preferably magical. Non-magical will do in a pinch, though I’ll have to recreate my notes.
Also: A book of poetry. Promptly.
Sophie! SOPHIE.
[A man flickers into view on camera. He’s decidedly handsome, well-groomed and dressed, a blue jewel hanging from one ear. One might almost be able to smell a whiff of hyacinth perfume. For a moment he turns the NV over and around in his hands until the viewer just gets a jumble of him – flashes of hair and hands and eyes that are strangely pale, green, reflective like glass. Finally the window comes to rest on him again, and he is glaring.]
Never hire a cleaning lady. If they come nosing their way into your life, boot them out the door, as you value your sanity.
[Hard to say if he knows he’s talking to you. In all honesty, it probably doesn’t matter. He pushes the hair back from his face, handsomely perturbed.]
All right, since there seems to be no immediate way back: I’ll need the nearest junkyard. Preferably magical. Non-magical will do in a pinch, though I’ll have to recreate my notes.
Also: A book of poetry. Promptly.
blondejokes[ Two weeks hadn't felt that long at all. It was as if she had woken up after being knocked out, no longer covered in cuts and scratches, back in the baseball diamond once more in the middle of the night. She's been sitting at the top of a rooftop somewhere in the third sector for the past two hours, hugging her knees to her chest. She doesn't want to go back to her apartment. She wants to go home, her real home. ]
Ugh, a day later and it still feels like I just arrived. I'm glad that thing is gone now, but like Dani said, its owner is still out there. Don't be an idiot out there. [ If only Chouji and Shikamaru were here. TeamIno 10 could take the jerk down.
And next, in her native tongue (konohanese or whatever)too tired to lock: ] Are you three still here?
Ugh, a day later and it still feels like I just arrived. I'm glad that thing is gone now, but like Dani said, its owner is still out there. Don't be an idiot out there. [ If only Chouji and Shikamaru were here. Team
And next, in her native tongue (konohanese or whatever)
XIII. video
September 28th, 2012 12:31 pmaslandish[ The feed opens to the sight of the ebb and flow of the ocean waves. A girl and a lion sit together, the latter lightly humming a tune as sunlight glimmers off the waters in the background.
As Aslan hums, Rue starts to sing, faltering at first but then growing more confident, one tiny hand lightly resting in his mane. ]
If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
( And you can sky-rocket away from me... )
As Aslan hums, Rue starts to sing, faltering at first but then growing more confident, one tiny hand lightly resting in his mane. ]
If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
( And you can sky-rocket away from me... )
charmedson[When the video switches on it's obvious that the NV has fallen and turned on accidentally. The young man in frame, an attractive brown haired boy, is on the ground of his new apartment at the Towers, groaning in pain. It looks as if he's fallen and NV has slipped from his pocket.
After a moment, he stands and straightens his clothes.] Okay... Let's try that again. [He says to himself, working up resolve.
Suddenly, his disappears in a shower of blue circular orbs. A soft, musical chime sounds as he his body disappears into to the mass of bright white and blue. It shoots upwards, trying to get away. There's a moment where the NV's screen just shows the blue moving through the ceiling and away, as the light tries desperately to get as far as it can. There's nothing but the ceiling for a moment but then the light reaches the edge of the Pull and is forced back to the sight of the recording like a rubber band snapping. The young man materializes on the ground again, groaning in pain.]
Ouch. [He complains, but he forces himself to stand, no matter how dizzy he feels. He looks up at the ceiling and the space in the room, a frown on his face.] Dad? [He calls, as if he thinks his father is going to magically appear or to communicate with him across great distances. It's strange that this is actually exactly what he expects. Later, he'll marvel at how easy it was to settle into the idea of a father he could assume would come when needed.]
Dad? Can you hear me? I'm okay. I'm not... [He trails off, and looks down, just now noticing that the video is recording.
He picks up the NV. It takes him a couple seconds to realize it's posting this live on the network. Instead of hastily turning it off his eyes narrow a bit.]
So... What do you guys think of my special effects? Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. [Probably not the best magical cover up ever used. But it will do. He's too stressed to worry about exposure right now.]
((ooc; this clip shows an example of the orbing power that Chris is broadcasting all over the network))
After a moment, he stands and straightens his clothes.] Okay... Let's try that again. [He says to himself, working up resolve.
Suddenly, his disappears in a shower of blue circular orbs. A soft, musical chime sounds as he his body disappears into to the mass of bright white and blue. It shoots upwards, trying to get away. There's a moment where the NV's screen just shows the blue moving through the ceiling and away, as the light tries desperately to get as far as it can. There's nothing but the ceiling for a moment but then the light reaches the edge of the Pull and is forced back to the sight of the recording like a rubber band snapping. The young man materializes on the ground again, groaning in pain.]
Ouch. [He complains, but he forces himself to stand, no matter how dizzy he feels. He looks up at the ceiling and the space in the room, a frown on his face.] Dad? [He calls, as if he thinks his father is going to magically appear or to communicate with him across great distances. It's strange that this is actually exactly what he expects. Later, he'll marvel at how easy it was to settle into the idea of a father he could assume would come when needed.]
Dad? Can you hear me? I'm okay. I'm not... [He trails off, and looks down, just now noticing that the video is recording.
He picks up the NV. It takes him a couple seconds to realize it's posting this live on the network. Instead of hastily turning it off his eyes narrow a bit.]
So... What do you guys think of my special effects? Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. [Probably not the best magical cover up ever used. But it will do. He's too stressed to worry about exposure right now.]
((ooc; this clip shows an example of the orbing power that Chris is broadcasting all over the network))
♫ Eleventh Song ♫ [Video]
August 31st, 2012 06:00 pmseaphonic[The feed starts with a sickening crack of a clam shell being smashed against a rock, long fingers prying the shell open with ease. The poor clam is scooped out of its shell and eaten immediately before the shell is tossed carelessly away into the sea water. Syrena's hair is wet and windswept and she tucks part of it behind an ear, scraping a nail against the surface of the rock she's leaning on. Part of her golden tail can be seen for a moment as she lifts it up to splash some water on her back before letting it fall back into the sea water behind her.
She seems, if anything, a little troubled. If she is though, it doesn't show much.]
There is something I do not understand.
[She pulls herself up a bit on the rock then, cradling her face in her palms as she stares at the NV, elbows propped up on the rock and her long hair keeping what would be a rather bare chest out of sight for now.]
There was a ritual held on the beach this morning. A man and a woman were dressed in white clothes and a man who spoke in the name of God joined them together. I do not recall every word shared but their hearts and souls became one and the same. That is what the man in black and white said to the man and woman. There was music and laughter, movement and song. I wished to sing with them but I did not. I stayed silent and hidden.
Their ritual seemed sacred.
[She seems a little forlorn at this if not a tad bit jealous of the happiness she'd witnessed earlier, letting her gaze trail away from the NV to the wet surface of the rock.]
But I do not understand. What was this ritual? Why were they, until that moment, incomplete? Am I incomplete? I was told that I have a soul, but I do not understand what that means. I was told that I was one of God's creatures, but I do not know of God.
I knew nothing of these things until Philip. Even now, I am ignorant.
How can one who does not know what a soul is have one? How would another person know if one possesses one? It is an important thing, a soul, is it not? If it was not, I do not think Philip would have tried to save people's souls.
[She rakes her nails across the surface of the rock before looking back at the NV.]
If I have a soul, what is it to me? I do not know.
She seems, if anything, a little troubled. If she is though, it doesn't show much.]
There is something I do not understand.
[She pulls herself up a bit on the rock then, cradling her face in her palms as she stares at the NV, elbows propped up on the rock and her long hair keeping what would be a rather bare chest out of sight for now.]
There was a ritual held on the beach this morning. A man and a woman were dressed in white clothes and a man who spoke in the name of God joined them together. I do not recall every word shared but their hearts and souls became one and the same. That is what the man in black and white said to the man and woman. There was music and laughter, movement and song. I wished to sing with them but I did not. I stayed silent and hidden.
Their ritual seemed sacred.
[She seems a little forlorn at this if not a tad bit jealous of the happiness she'd witnessed earlier, letting her gaze trail away from the NV to the wet surface of the rock.]
But I do not understand. What was this ritual? Why were they, until that moment, incomplete? Am I incomplete? I was told that I have a soul, but I do not understand what that means. I was told that I was one of God's creatures, but I do not know of God.
I knew nothing of these things until Philip. Even now, I am ignorant.
How can one who does not know what a soul is have one? How would another person know if one possesses one? It is an important thing, a soul, is it not? If it was not, I do not think Philip would have tried to save people's souls.
[She rakes her nails across the surface of the rock before looking back at the NV.]
If I have a soul, what is it to me? I do not know.
008 [Video]
August 13th, 2012 01:12 pmbrat_from_hell[Phibrizzo's looking very enthusiastic and pleased with himself today.]
Hi everyone! I've got big news! Xellos and I are opening up a magic shop called the Seyrunn Shop of Sorcery. The grand opening is this weekend, so come and check it out!
[He holds up a map with a star marking a location in sector four.]
We're hiring. Sales staff should know about magic. Cashiers don't have to, though.
[Lowering the map, he pauses and remembers something.]
Oh, and we need two boy athletes and two girl athletes for a short term contract. We're introducing a new sport to Siren's Port called Brass Rackets and we need people to demonstrate the sport on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. You'll be paid for your time and you'll each get a set of two magic rackets.
[He smiles. The Brass Rackets events should get a lot of attention.]
Make sure you find the time to come out on at least one of the three days, everyone. You won't want to miss it.
Hi everyone! I've got big news! Xellos and I are opening up a magic shop called the Seyrunn Shop of Sorcery. The grand opening is this weekend, so come and check it out!
[He holds up a map with a star marking a location in sector four.]
We're hiring. Sales staff should know about magic. Cashiers don't have to, though.
[Lowering the map, he pauses and remembers something.]
Oh, and we need two boy athletes and two girl athletes for a short term contract. We're introducing a new sport to Siren's Port called Brass Rackets and we need people to demonstrate the sport on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. You'll be paid for your time and you'll each get a set of two magic rackets.
[He smiles. The Brass Rackets events should get a lot of attention.]
Make sure you find the time to come out on at least one of the three days, everyone. You won't want to miss it.
cursedarrows[The feed flickers on. Ashitaka appears in close up. For a moment he is quiet, lips pressed together in a thin, white line.]
[On second look, he appears to be breathing hard, as though keeping something in. A cut slashes across his cheek, seeping blood.]
[When he speaks at last, his voice is its normal quiet, measured thread, though there is an element of deep strain skimming just below the surface.]
I am . . . in need of some help.
[A wince, sharp, and he twitches, his head almost darting out of view of the feed.]
Not a healer. Someone who knows something of magic. And curses.
[A breath, and he reaches for the feed. His neck is briefly visible; lacing up the side of it is a network of angry purplish-black tendrils.]
Thank you. I apologize.
[Then the feed cuts entirely.]
[On second look, he appears to be breathing hard, as though keeping something in. A cut slashes across his cheek, seeping blood.]
[When he speaks at last, his voice is its normal quiet, measured thread, though there is an element of deep strain skimming just below the surface.]
I am . . . in need of some help.
[A wince, sharp, and he twitches, his head almost darting out of view of the feed.]
Not a healer. Someone who knows something of magic. And curses.
[A breath, and he reaches for the feed. His neck is briefly visible; lacing up the side of it is a network of angry purplish-black tendrils.]
Thank you. I apologize.
[Then the feed cuts entirely.]
astrallingHi.
[Prue looks less than stellar- eyes slightly rimmed with red, makeup just barely smudged enough to indicate that she was probably crying a while ago, or came close recently. She's frustrated and has a small smear of ash on one cheek.]
Does anyone have any experience with their magic or- or powers from home not working right here?
I can't make any spell work. I've tried everything I can, and almost nothing I've done since I came here has done anything but almost destroy my ceiling.
[She makes an almost painfully frustrated noise in her throat, teeth on edge and eyes watering angrily.]
This is ridiculous, I'm stronger than this.
[Prue looks less than stellar- eyes slightly rimmed with red, makeup just barely smudged enough to indicate that she was probably crying a while ago, or came close recently. She's frustrated and has a small smear of ash on one cheek.]
Does anyone have any experience with their magic or- or powers from home not working right here?
I can't make any spell work. I've tried everything I can, and almost nothing I've done since I came here has done anything but almost destroy my ceiling.
[She makes an almost painfully frustrated noise in her throat, teeth on edge and eyes watering angrily.]
This is ridiculous, I'm stronger than this.
blackmoonrising[Here's an Ichigo at his part time job at Portside Dojo, wearing a close fitting, navy blue and red, sleeveless muscle shirt with the dojo logo on the left side of his chest. Suspiciously, the only other staff member who seems to be wearing this and not a baggy cotton polo shirt is Terra (and if you were to ask either of them, you'd soon be told that the polo shirts were not offered to them).]
So my boss wanted me to say something about the summer program we're running at Portside this year. We've got all the usual martial arts classes running to the same schedule as always, but we're gonna start running a few morning sessions in the week for kids to come and try the basics. They run from, uh-
[Quick look at the notice board behind him and-]
9am 'til 10.30, and we're taking complete beginners or whatever non-ranked ability. Protective gear's compulsory, you don't have it you're not getting to fight. It's a basic grounding in martial arts, some games and occasional demonstrations from some of the senior senseis for the kids who want to know more and maybe come and get proper classes at a later date. Places are limited so you'd better sign up fast.
[He scratches the back of his neck absently, coming up with what else he needs to add.]
Oh yeah, we're also starting up self defense classes for women in the evenings on Mondays and Thursdays. They start at 5.30 and run 'til 7. Basically it's learning to defend yourself, how to use an attacker's strength against them and how to disarm and immobilise an attacker if you have to. It's $100 for five lessons, and we can't take anyone with super-strength, our insurance won't cover it. Sorry. Health and safety.
[He pauses for a moment. Anything else? Quick glance at Terra to see if he wants to add something? Nope. We're good. All done.]
And if anyone's free on Sunday, I'm thinking about having a barbecue kinda thing at around noonish. I'm gonna have some stuff there but if you wanna bring something to cook that's cool too. Or like a salad or something, chips, dessert stuff. That kinda thing. Just let me know.
So my boss wanted me to say something about the summer program we're running at Portside this year. We've got all the usual martial arts classes running to the same schedule as always, but we're gonna start running a few morning sessions in the week for kids to come and try the basics. They run from, uh-
[Quick look at the notice board behind him and-]
9am 'til 10.30, and we're taking complete beginners or whatever non-ranked ability. Protective gear's compulsory, you don't have it you're not getting to fight. It's a basic grounding in martial arts, some games and occasional demonstrations from some of the senior senseis for the kids who want to know more and maybe come and get proper classes at a later date. Places are limited so you'd better sign up fast.
[He scratches the back of his neck absently, coming up with what else he needs to add.]
Oh yeah, we're also starting up self defense classes for women in the evenings on Mondays and Thursdays. They start at 5.30 and run 'til 7. Basically it's learning to defend yourself, how to use an attacker's strength against them and how to disarm and immobilise an attacker if you have to. It's $100 for five lessons, and we can't take anyone with super-strength, our insurance won't cover it. Sorry. Health and safety.
[He pauses for a moment. Anything else? Quick glance at Terra to see if he wants to add something? Nope. We're good. All done.]
And if anyone's free on Sunday, I'm thinking about having a barbecue kinda thing at around noonish. I'm gonna have some stuff there but if you wanna bring something to cook that's cool too. Or like a salad or something, chips, dessert stuff. That kinda thing. Just let me know.
mostbeautiful[Dorian is smoothing his hair as the video starts. Then, he turns to the camera. His expression is worried.]
I'm afraid I have a problem. It appears I've got a darkness leak in my apartment. It's slight. It basically just looks like rot and mildew that gets much worse at night. It doesn't penetrate my closet door at this point. Still, I'd like to get it fixed.
Does anyone know someone who does this kind of work? Please?
I'm afraid I have a problem. It appears I've got a darkness leak in my apartment. It's slight. It basically just looks like rot and mildew that gets much worse at night. It doesn't penetrate my closet door at this point. Still, I'd like to get it fixed.
Does anyone know someone who does this kind of work? Please?
002 {Video}
April 14th, 2012 09:33 pmmanicpixiedreamgirlHi everyone! I've got-
[There's a lot of glare on the screen, so much you can barely see the outline of a sidewalk in one corner of the video.]
Oh, crap. Wait a second.
[It literally is a second, and the camera is fixed. Now, the cause of the glare is clear. Alice is sitting at a little sidewalk cafe, sparkling in the bright sunlight. Light bounces off every bit of her skin not shadowed by her fabulous hat. Even the skin covered shimmers slightly, like she's coated in glitter.]
That's better. So like I was saying, I've got a question for everyone. This place is so isolated, and it's almost impossible to get some of the things I had at home. Like yesterday, I found out that apparently they don't ship out my brand of watercolors! I have to make due with some new brand now.
[Huff. Disappointed Alice is disappointed.]
Anyway, my question is, if you could have one thing from home here in Port, what would it be?
[There's a lot of glare on the screen, so much you can barely see the outline of a sidewalk in one corner of the video.]
Oh, crap. Wait a second.
[It literally is a second, and the camera is fixed. Now, the cause of the glare is clear. Alice is sitting at a little sidewalk cafe, sparkling in the bright sunlight. Light bounces off every bit of her skin not shadowed by her fabulous hat. Even the skin covered shimmers slightly, like she's coated in glitter.]
That's better. So like I was saying, I've got a question for everyone. This place is so isolated, and it's almost impossible to get some of the things I had at home. Like yesterday, I found out that apparently they don't ship out my brand of watercolors! I have to make due with some new brand now.
[Huff. Disappointed Alice is disappointed.]
Anyway, my question is, if you could have one thing from home here in Port, what would it be?
[Video: 004]
April 13th, 2012 08:54 pmsumming_it_up[From this low angle, Hiccup is sitting on the floor of the apartment. It appears he's been sitting there for quite a while. All of his concentration is being poured out on the toaster that's set in his lap. He stops for a moment.]
Hhhoh great. This is just. Stuck. Jammed. I can't even–
[The toaster is fiddled with, alternating between pushing and shaking the lever loose. After another handful of seconds, he mutters to himself under his breath.]
–And it's not going to budge. Aaaastrid. [He holds the toaster up to his face for better inspection.] We can't keep doing this to Snow's stuff, it was only two steps...!
[Here, his voice trails off.
And he stays in this position for what feels like forever.]
[[OOC: And his powers have just manifested.]]
Hhhoh great. This is just. Stuck. Jammed. I can't even–
[The toaster is fiddled with, alternating between pushing and shaking the lever loose. After another handful of seconds, he mutters to himself under his breath.]
–And it's not going to budge. Aaaastrid. [He holds the toaster up to his face for better inspection.] We can't keep doing this to Snow's stuff, it was only two steps...!
[Here, his voice trails off.
And he stays in this position for what feels like forever.]
[[OOC: And his powers have just manifested.]]
Twelfth flight - video
April 13th, 2012 10:50 pmkal_el[ Clark hasn't appeared on the network for a while now, but when he appears he's smiling, and rightly so, pushing his glasses up his nose. So awkward. ]
Wedding preparations are in full swing. I always knew it was going to be hard work, but I didn't realise just how much there was to do. It seems like there isn't enough time in the day any more. All the time I'm spending on the phone to florists and caterers, you'd think the phone company should be paying me.
It's stressful sometimes, hard to find time to shoehorn the romance in--and wasn't that the whole point in the first place? I don't suppose anyone has any tips? How do you make time for sleep, let alone your poor neglected fiancee?
( Private to Cass & Tim )
( Private to Conner Kent )
Wedding preparations are in full swing. I always knew it was going to be hard work, but I didn't realise just how much there was to do. It seems like there isn't enough time in the day any more. All the time I'm spending on the phone to florists and caterers, you'd think the phone company should be paying me.
It's stressful sometimes, hard to find time to shoehorn the romance in--and wasn't that the whole point in the first place? I don't suppose anyone has any tips? How do you make time for sleep, let alone your poor neglected fiancee?
( Private to Cass & Tim )
( Private to Conner Kent )
008 | Video
April 10th, 2012 08:36 pmolderthanyourjesus[Despite everything, this needed to be made. Godric takes a moment, breathing in deeply despite the fact it was not needed.]
Eric Northman is gone. [He didn't need to visit Fangtasia to know. He felt it the moment his Childe left and it tore into him. He'd never felt this separation. Not like this. Not even killing his own Maker had this effect.
With his jaw tight and nothing more to say, he flicks off the feed.]
Eric Northman is gone. [He didn't need to visit Fangtasia to know. He felt it the moment his Childe left and it tore into him. He'd never felt this separation. Not like this. Not even killing his own Maker had this effect.
With his jaw tight and nothing more to say, he flicks off the feed.]
