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Murdersquee B, Saturday morning
"Well, I appear to have drunk so much that I've caused some form of amnesia," Frank noted shortly after waking up to the sight of many empty bottles (and still more bottles waiting to be emptied). "I can only think of one cure for that; drink enough that my memory comes back or I stop caring about it ( Read more... ) -
Murdersquee B, Monday morning
When Frank woke up, there was only one thing he could wish for. It was the same thing he wished for during every waking moment, so it was probably no surprise that this waking moment was no different ( Read more... ) -
Room 426, Wednesday evening
The trouble with sex pollen if you were Frank - which Frank always was - was that no matter how charged up it made him, no matter how much it made him want to ravish every girl, boy, and other in the dorms (which, for the record, was a lot, a little, and undecided, respectively), it still paled in comparison to his raw, burning passion for his one ( Read more... ) -
Room 426, Tuesday evening
A new year was about to start and for Frank, that meant new kinds of liquids and, perhaps, liquers. But that required more room in his liquor closet, so he had to dive deep and investigate his self-imposed expiration dates. That bottle of whiskey on the third shelf that he got for someone's birthday (certainly not his)? Had to be drunk. The family ( Read more... ) -
[OOC] INFOPOST
It's been a while since I've done any kind of infopost, and I only have two characters, so what the hell, let's go ahead and do this right.
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Voicemail
"You have reached the phone of Frank Doyle. I couldn't be bothered to answer it and have no idea how to retrieve your message. If you'd like to waste your time, please leave a message. If you'd like to get in touch with me through some other means, please don't!"