[Faye was made for this city. Made for it. And she is everywhere. She might not even sleep anymore-- who would waste time with sleeping when there's an entire incredible city right outside the window that is still awake ( Read more... )

[a big ol' tumbling sound, as something person-sized flails and falls off of Crowley's dresser, kicking open the journal in the process.

THUD.]

--Damnit!

((ooc: there is now one less cat in the castle. and, I suppose thus ends my hiatus!))

[Faye is happy, today.

Not gleeful, or smug, or snarky, or even terribly complicated. Just... happy.

She's happy because she has a purpose now, and part of that purpose is to make sure that she spreads that happiness to others. It's too good not to share, you know? Keeping her cheerfulness to herself would be letting them win ( Read more... )

[ever since she'd found that her room was right where she'd left it while seemingly the entire rest of the castle had rearranged and changed and shifted around, she hadn't spent much time in it. There was just something about the fact that it was still exactly the same, exactly how it had been for more than two years, that nagged at her.

As she ( Read more... )

[Faye is looking tired and annoyed, leaning against the wall next to a certain door-- as many seem to be doing lately. She's got an overflowing ashtray by her feet, and her journal in her hand]

Dibs on the big lobby couch tonight.

( Room 314 )

[there's a big unladylike sneeze-- but luckily not on the journal itself. Don't worry. She at least has the decency to turn her head first.]

...I thought you can't get sick here! What is this... [cough. hack.] ...Isn't this supposed to be some sort of mysterious paradise, with a side of big scary monsters thrown in every once in a while?

Getting sick ( Read more... )

[Faye is at the end of her rope-- this much is clear in her voice as she addresses the journal while she works. And just what is she working on, you might ask? Ineffectually rattling a pin around in the lock of this damn magical door, that's what]

Hey! ...You guys who mysteriously escaped-- you better not have forgotten about us! That goes for the ( Read more... )

 ( Therapy filter! Meditation training. )

( Therapy Loss Filter )

[Filtered within the happy therapy building of love and various other emotions]

[Crowley's got bored, guys. You shouldn't of let that happen, because a bored Crowley makes his own entertainment. While you guys have been whining or even breaking and actually sharing crap with the jokes that call themselves therapists, a certain demon has got his ( Read more... )