So... I think I just time traveled. Ask me how!

People keep coming through the Rift in the house. I could deal with that, but the guy who looks like me was the last straw, and I can't take it anymore.

FIX IT, DOCTOR. DOCTOR, FIX IT.

Interesting fact ( Read more... )

[[This isn't written like he was having a mild epileptic fit. Really.]]

Kara's dead. I got clipped in the shoulder by a half-crazed hellhound, but I'll live. I'll be home as soon as I get patched up so don't worry too much. I've got Grace with me.

I'll be at the house at some point, if you want to come by, Mathias.

Let's play a game, okay? I say a name and you say the first thing that comes to your mind.

John. Smith.

Ring any bells?

Guys, what's the situation at this point? I'm not exactly "in the know" back here, so who knows what developments I'm missing out on. Not that I can actually do anything, but it's good to know for my sanity's sake.  Has there been a breakthrough or anything?

Just give me something so I can stop wearing a hole in the floor pacing and worrying about ( Read more... )

So... Remember that thing we talked about during our little war council (you know, a whole drunken party ago) about how we wanted someone from Calisto's side to interrogate so we could get her layout, and how I said that Vincent would probably do all of our dirty work for us?

Yeah, well... He did it. The crazy bastard actually did it. And he was ( Read more... )

For the record, if you don't show at the party, I will drag you myself. If anyone needs to loosen up and enjoy himself for once, it's you.

Just so you know. I don't have to warn you before I break down your door and drag you out, but I'm doing it out of the kindness of my heart because I'd really not want another destroyed door on my conscience.