♬ the pianoman's sixteenth song ♬

[lawyerlarry]

[after last night's traumas, Larry spent the rest of the early hours of morning at the Lux with the others. By early morning he's been drinking. He's tired. He wants to sleep. But he won't let himself. He's staying where there is light and where there are people. He spent a couple hours just sitting at the piano in the Lux idly playing...nothing. With a glass of scotch in one hand. But somewhere around 5am he will finally open up his journal..]

Castle.
What the hell was the meaning of that? Was it fun for you? It sure wasn't any fun for the rest of us. That wasn't just a bad thing, it was evil.
.Castle

Private.
Every time I close my eyes I see the Midnight Man's face again. Even saying his name sends shivers through me. I see [.......]

I see Sam, and [.....his pen hesitates and stops. Nope, he can't go there. Not yet]
.Private

[and now his pen hits the paper to say something...but he can't. So without even really realizing it, his mind is kinda too all over the place, he's drawing a spiral. It starts off small and gets bigger...and bigger....and bigger....and he's watching it and starts to nod off, but jerks back up and slams his pen down, then brings his hands up to rub his face]

[then after a bit he'll pick up the pen long enough to write one last filter]

Sophie.
Don't...go near the Insolitus, okay? Ever. Please.
.Sophie

[I know I'm not supposed to be here, but...yeah. This.]