The hospital intends to keep me through the weekend. Evidently, there is some concern over the fact that I live with no one but a pair of house cats. The doctor wants to be certain I don't "overdo it." I am somewhat grateful that Cal isn't available to rub in the professional opinion that I work too hard ( Read more... )

Congratulations. No one has ever had me admitted to a hospital before, with the possible exception of the day I was born--though for all I know Sophia didn't bother then, either. It's quite the experience to be treated by licensed physicians who don't think you're mad when you claim to know Robin Goodfellow and assure them that your girlfriend ( Read more... )

Voice Post

You win, Cal, but you're not driving. Not after the last time you tried to parallel park. Call Goodfellow.

[Pause for a wet, hacking cough.]

On second thought, call Promise. I don't want Goodfellow in the same building if someone's putting a hand up my shirt.

[OOC: Nik's out of it and likely to argue with anyone who tries to help ( Read more... )

My mother wasn't much of a mother. Sophia. She was beautiful. Tired. Bitter. Alcoholic. She slept with a monster for money. It was always money with her. Which carnival, which trailer park, which desperate little hole in the wall could she go to next, where no one knew her and where she could hypnotize them into believing? She was a gypsy ( Read more... )

[Private to Lux Staff]

I need one of you to handle opening and closing. I won't be in.

[/Private]

The dojo will be closed toda-

[OOC: Niko + getting super sick = canon]