To anyone who was in the wake of the bunny stampede, I'm sorry. Hopefully that won't happen again.

[Each section below is locked to the addressed party.]

Miss Bellwether - I'm terribly sorry about upsetting your friends. Is everything all right?

Mr. Okita - thank you so much, both for your assistance with the rabbits and your advice the other night.

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[Wesley thought he'd torn the page out of the notebook before he started writing, which may be noticeable by the odd angle of the view. He's drunk enough that he forgot that stage. A nearly empty bottle of whiskey is clearly visible on the desk next to him, though Wesley appears to be surprisingly collected for someone that smashed. Now you know ( Read more... )

Buffy - I was asleep when you came back, I think. Congratulations. Or whatever one says after such things.

Fred - I moved my bed back to my room now that you're up and about, since there wasn't much space to maneuver with it there. And for your privacy, of course. I'm still right next door if you need anything.

The roof is a bit burnt but I think ( Read more... )

Fortunately, when I opened my journal this morning I found myself struggling against an inexplicable desire to chop up a tomato as opposed to - as I can see from a quick glance around - jumping in a lake, or grinning like an idiot, or attempting to lick my own elbow ( Read more... )

Introduction

To the inhabitants of this world stumbling across these pages: My name is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.

Having arrived here around noon today and spent a number of hours exploring this town, I will dispense with the preliminary exclamations of where I am and why I have suddenly sprouted wings, as much as the latter seemed on waking like some ( Read more... )