I was briefly restored to my former glory. I miss the screams and terrors I once wreaked.

But those I held no disgust for are gone. I feel something, like a weight pressing down on my chest. The remains of Jack Daniels give me no comfort. ... I may have fallen ill.

( Hallway filter )

[So … this funny thing happened in the castle the other day. Illyria reverted to her true form, only in miniature (ie seven feet tall) except Godzilla-sized. Cupid and Claire tried to lock her up in the stable, but she wasn't having any of that. She's practically a god again now, man ( Read more... )

(  kitchen filter )

( filtered to wesley, spike, cupid, lorne, and tamaki. aka everyone on her fave five. )

[Illyria is sitting in her room and dictating her painbow of emotions to her book because there is nothing better to do in her life. And the post-de-cupiding moping was getting boring.]

I have spent many days in my room [she pauses to decide on the word she wants to use, and then spits it out with disgust:] grieving. I have done violence, but it ( Read more... )

[Wes is still in the library. His research has not gone well. Despite his best efforts to uncover a workable solution for Illyria's problem, none have presented themselves which haven't involved causing Illyria harm. And even then the result would be unpredictable at best. He's worked himself to the bone, barely taking any kind of rest or ( Read more... )

[She's kneeling in a garden on the castle grounds, almost inhumanly still. After spending several minutes staring at a fern, she heaves a small, silent sigh. The longer she stays in this world -- dimension -- whatever -- the more despicable it becomes. Even before, when she was resurrected, she never felt so utterly alone. Weak and human and ( Read more... )

[Man this is one angry girl's voice coming from the journal.]

I've been stripped of everything. Broken and humiliated. It sickens me. This is a fate worse than death. I will find who did this, who gave me this … talking book. Then I will separate their pieces and hurl them in different directions.

[There's a moment of silence as she realizes it's ( Read more... )

[dictated, since it's dark!]

To whom it may concern:

I am no longer a rabbit.

To anyone who might have been thinking of expressing their amusement at learning that I was a rabbit: do not.

To those who were helpful at the time: you have my thanks, which may one day be worth a great deal.

That is all.