[[OOC: The following is written in an untidy scrawl that is definitely not Bianca's handwriting.]]

The front door of the Conrad. ETA: Ten minutes.

Might wanna be there.

So here's the thing, kiddo. I gotta make at least one trip back to Sicily for the holidays this year, because Ma won't get off my back and I haven't been home in, I dunno, a hundred years.... At least I think it's been that long. Whatever. The fact is, I'm skippin' out on Thanksgiving, but I agreed to come down for Christmas ( Read more... )

You both don't know me, but I'm Bianca de Luca, Michael Vaughn's guardian angel. He's been injured- not too badly, mind, he'll come through all right and dandy, but I figured you two would like to know about his condition, since you're his friends and all ( Read more... )

Here's a story. One for the goddamned record books ( Read more... )

( Don't you send me no more letters with your ignorance and rage... )