Now that the excessive padding and the Sphere's apparent need to keep us from injuring ourselves is gone, the petty prankster appears to be ba

[The ink slowly fades on the last few words, as though Sky's pen is running out. He picks up another one, draws a few "starting" lines in the page margin to check if it has ink, and continues. Nevermind ( Read more... )

Bastet. Stoneface. Where do you need me? Are you even both alive?

For anybody who may be curious, yes, I died; yes, I remember how I died; no, I don't want to talk about it. I don't think I've forgotten anything else, but there'll be time to figure all of that out later.

Companion? Are you alright? Please tell me you're alright... Bridge? Ghost? ( Read more... )

... I sent one of my shirts to be washed the other day and it never came back. Instead I got this weird hoodie with a picture of a guy with orange hair on it. It says, among other things, "nottoushi".

Does this belong to someone else? Let me know and I'll return it.

LOOK. Despite what my roommate might think, my sexual preferences are nobody's business.

SO DON'T. ASK.

Just thought you all should know.

[Added later]

hate

you

all

[There are several half-formed words at the top of the entry, before he finally begins to write, carefully.]

Bubbles, I very much appreciate your gift of flowers.

I, too, hope this awful cloud of anger I always carry with me breaks someday.

In fact, I already feel it lifting.

... hey, everyone.

I'm home.

... I'm home.

I'm going to be useless and not very good company until tomorrow, at least, but I'm home. And I'm not alone. Thank God, I'm not alone. I can leave this place. I have other living things with me.

[Strikes are blotted out soon after being written. The rescue log is still being played, but I wanted Spike' ( Read more... )

... so... uh...

Does anyone... want to do something? Meet at a bar or a restaurant, or... go around and shoot others with paintballs?

I'm a little bored and don't want to sit in my hotel room all day with my cat.

[[OOC: This is Spike's attempt at being friendly and sociable, bless him. ♥ He's going to stop being a bitch and try to have fun now. ( Read more... )

[The writing is less legible and coherent than usual. This was written shortly before the Wilderness changed to Vegas.]

Made it to wilderness OK. exhausted as hell, but i'm alive. hope everyone else is alright. Check in when you can. gonna find a place to crash. Brooklyn's freaking out. zombies really scared him...

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IF SOMEONE COULD PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY I WOKE UP AND ONLY HAD A BRIGHT PINK OUTFIT TO WEAR, THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

[[OOC: Imagine that his handwriting is messy, as though his hand were shaking with anger while writing.

I am incredibly mean and decided to dress Spike in a pink sailor fuku, like the ones the girls in Azumanga Daioh wear.]]