My apologies to anyone who either found themselves in my dream (or found me in theirs) or were inconvenienced by my disappearance.

In three days, I will have been here for two years.

[Police Force Filter]

I'll return to work tomorrow.  Sorry for the unannounced absence.

[ooc: Short entry is short.  ._.  Justin took off soon after the Apocalypse ( Read more... )

( Not IC cut for EXPLICIT GORE. )

[The recording begins with a muffled thud. This thud is immediately followed by a series of muttered, indistinguishable words that may or may not be profanities.

The muttering ends abruptly. There's a rather sinister rustling sound--the sound of dry leaves, perhaps. It's a distinctly unhappy noise.]

What--?

[More unhappy rustling cuts the ( Read more... )

Is it really the fifth...?

These aren't my shoes.  Or--

Tell me the kimino is part of a curse.

[ooc: Short post is short, but Justin is confused.  He just woke up after a geostigma-induced nap on the first (I never arranged for him to get to the hospital, but may I assume someone took him there?  Anyone can take credit, if they like!)]

That was too much like being back home, before everything happened.  It... wasn't bad.  I mean, it wasn't great, but I can appreciate the... sense of nostalgia.  It was nice to meet new people, as well.  For the most part.  I wouldn't mind meeting you outside of the context of a curse.

Several good things came out of it, though.  My reading glasses ( Read more... )

The knife's here... some of the blood is still here...

It was a dream, but--

Can anyone hear this?

[ooc: On the 19th, this happened, leaving Justin very confused.  After three days of flipping out, he's got it together enough to use the network now.]

It wasn't snowing before.

Richard--are you here?  Abby?  Road?  Griffin?

...I didn't miss the ticking.

[ooc: Justin's back, with all memories intact.  Typed replies/action if anyone's at the internet cafe?  ♥ ]