[ it is late friday morning and buffy summers is attempting some tricky meditation techniques in an unoccupied corner of the barracks. a small (carefully arranged) pile of crystals sits a few feet away from her. without her ex-watcher's help, buffy is trying to sort out a little mystical inner peace and, without his help, it isn't going very well. ( Read more... )

[The handwriting is lazy, loopy, and if text could have an emotional state, this text would be borderline bored.]

Rainy days give me big bad chocolate cravings. Well, okay, to be completely honest--I always crave chocolate.

But today? A chocolate ice-cream day, if I had to call it.

Even if the rain's stopped.

And even if it's not really day anymore.

So this seems more than a little mess. Uberwings, the sudden development of elemental superpowers, not to mention some of the Jekyll-and-Hyding I've witnessed over the past few hours. Whatever is going on, I am so glad to be remaining immune right now. Case of the wiggins, right here.

[Next, she scribbles a few targeted messages at a few ( Read more... )

( [Filtered to housemates//quite hackable] )