Since sleep seems to insist on eluding me, I suppose I may as well post this. Fair warning, this is going to cover multiple issues, and probably ramble horribly in the process. I haven't been sleeping as well as I might since I got here ( Read more... )

-- ke Ayon, but that does not...

[Her voice is tight, and the recording is corrupted with static. It fizzles for a moment before cutting back in.]

-- eed of healing. This accursed --

[And then cuts out completely.]

[When the call starts, the only sound to be heard is heavy breathing, as if the person on the line has been running. Hard.

She has.]

Someone- anyone-

These projections are - they're not even human! What the hell is going on?! [This was not what she'd expected when she threw herself off that building.]

Cobb! Jesus Christ, what have you done? ( Read more... )

[pick up the phone :| ]

[Very late at night, just shy of midnight, and Snake is wide awake, unfortunately. Bad dreams can do that to a man, and hearing a friendly voice without having to wake up his possibly-grumpy house-owning roommates seems fun.]

So, who's awake at this late an hour?

In chat wonderful people Lady, escapedpandora Hope, and Mr. Ashford make suggestion we travel to lighthouse on beach. One thing lead to other things, and so here I make blog post for the easy reading.

To anyone who is wishing to travel to lighthouse tomorrow at noon, please post here with name and skills/abilities for the planning.  EDIT 2: Are ( Read more... )

[ No rush here, just Coyote giving his ol' buddy Garcie a friendly call. ]

[Have a glorious, happy smile... okay, it's not much of a happy smile. Just... Creeper McCreeper Pants normal smile. And he's drenched, and outside. Crazy ass. But he's looking away from the phone this time.]

How quick to change, distort peace that was never given.

[No he isn't talking to anyone. Just himself. Out loud. In the rain. He's freaking ( Read more... )

[The voice is strange - distorted, echoing, reversing back and playing forwards again, and yet still all coming out as perfectly intelligible English.]Hey, chief. Straight up - what's the score here? For once, I'm at a loss! I'm the informant without a clue! I'm getting some sick deja-vu here. Only difference is, there's no Angel here. We're really ( Read more... )

[When the phone turns on, a new face is seen.  It is a handsome face, grey eyes searching the device, trying to figure out everything about it.

He says nothing.

Even the droplets of blood on his left cheek do not seem to affect him, though the longer he stands there, the more his dark brows come together.  Is it in frustration?  Confusion?

Who knows ( Read more... )