Okay, so we're supposed to... drink? 100 bottles of beer. Okay ( Read more... )

... I need a drink.

[ooc: Aaaand affected, albeit slightly belated. Just had a vision of her own future, which includes but is not limited to bloodshed, murder, explosions in the middle of the city... And Emille in the center of it all.]

Okay. So, uh... I think I'm okay.

Seein' all that just... really fucked me up, I guess.

As it usually does.

Thanks to Badou an' Cat... And Harry, too. Good t'know there're some receptive people who are willing to help a stranger drink her problems away out .

One day, I'm gonna figure out how to... Y'know. Get over this.

Maybe I should finally start ( Read more... )