I just found out a few days ago that my dog, a wonderful 10 and half year old Great Dane, has cancer. And, despite my best efforts to be plotty and fun, I've simply not been in the mood to play lately.

As such, I'm taking a week off. I'll come up with an IC reason later.

Email is down. Not sure why, since I can't seem to get ahold of the person who keeps it up and running, which also means I don't know how long it will be down and that if you sent DEATH an email or a comment, he didn't get it.

New email for the moment is themidnightfae@yahoo.com. Changed it on the userinfo also.

Alright folks. First, I'd like to appologize for being more or less inactive this week. Its been one hell of a week ( Read more... )

I appologize for the default icon being a bit OOC, but I've had to replace my three icon slots with stuff I'll be needing for a couple days this week. At least until tomorrow. I've picked the least, uh, obvious, for default. But until I'm done with them, you'll be confronted with Bone Daddy, because there's just no room for default death in the ( Read more... )

Because I have a few things going on and some people who might want to know ( Read more... )

I need a plot bunny. More precisely, I need a wonderful, creative, politically-minded, horny plotbunny with no moral scruples to plant some ideas in DEATH's mind. DEATH-ly fashion taste is a plus.

I'm in the clinic tonight, I have the needed props, I've even left the duck at the Dean's. So, if you think you can help, drop me a line.

*DEATH, for those inclined to see, can be seen in his standard black robes walking down the halls. He is carrying what appears to be a small rubber duck. An aura of expanded dread pervades the area as he stalks back to his dorm room. All in the area have the distinct impression that, perhaps, now is not the time to speak with DEATH.*

FOR THE ( Read more... )

*Anyone passing by Death's dorm room this evening can hear what sounds like a kitten pawing and mewing at the door, acting much like a spoiled pet who has unexpectedly missed its usual supper-time.*

((OOC: Player is going out of town for a weekend of wedding revelry. Death has mysteriously disappeared. Feel free to do what you will with the kitten ( Read more... )

Yeah, DEATH is around. We're going to pretend he's working on his current scheme, locked up in his dorm room or on the roof or in another Domain or... well... somewhere. He is scheming though. Of, be afraid. He'll come back out tomorrow.

The past week? Life ate me.

IT HAS BEEN ANOTHER UNEVENTFUL NIGHT AT THE CLINIC. APPRENTLY I AM A PART OF SOMETHING CALLED "THE SIMS"? IT SEEMS TO BE A GRAPHICALLY GENERATED RENDITION OF MYSELF, THOUGH IT SEEMS TO BE DANCING WITH GLEE AT A BURNING BUILDING. I HAVE NOT BEEN KNOWN TO BURN BUILDINGS GLEEFULLY. PERHAPS I SHOULD? THIS IS SOMETHING TO CONSIDER, THOUGH I DO NOT THINK ( Read more... )