Yesterday was really not a good day as far as Ray was concerned, and today doesn't look like it's necessarily going to improve any unless he gets some serious countermeasures up and running to deal with the thing that's trying to pass itself off as the greatest woman in people's lives. Which he's going to do shortly, but he needs his daily saber ( Read more... )

Flynn's back in the bar tonight, after the strange encounter he'd had the night before. Tonight, he's reading up on various causes and forms of amnesia. He has three books open on the table in front of them, and appears to be going through them all simultaneously.

Still botherable, though, if you don't mind the babble from time to time.

There was quite a bit of howling last night due to the black werewolf calling for his mate. He knows she won't come out, but it doesn't stop him from shouting hello, honey! (Or the canine equivalent thereof.)

Tonight there's a chorus of cheerful starting the hunt howls, followed by cheerful made the kill howls, followed by cheerful I'm all full ( Read more... )

Sues are hard on the personalities of all that they are near. Barely-mentioned characters morph into terrifying Sues themselves, previously easygoing characters become tyrannical ( Read more... )

Last night was the single wettest full moon night Harry Wells can remember, and he's had a few really wet ones along the way. It's still raining in Yorkshire, in fact. He's not looking forward to the effects this is going to have on his farmland once it's all cleared up. On the other hand, as of moonrise last night he had depth perception back, so ( Read more... )

Ray trundles downstairs in the morning, yawning fit to unhinge his jaw. His morning cereal arrives with Marian's letter; he blinks a few times, shrugs, and fishes a pen out of one pocket.

( The response: )

Marian sat down at the bar where an assortment of papers and pens arrived very quickly from bar. She missed the hint of the mirror that arrived with it, thinking Bar had somehow mistaken her request for things to write in search of the new epidemic. She wrote rather quickly, but still clearly, and once she was done she walked over and attached it ( Read more... )

She steps downstairs, looking around for her many relatives/love interests/saviours/etc. After all, she missed them so!

[all brained out! back day after tomorrow]

See Sergeant George Luz.

See Sergeant Luz slowly thunking his head against the table thats infront of him. There's an untouched glass of water to his right and a ham sandwich to his left.

Apparently, he's trying to make himself remember something.

Anyone care to help?

Lady Marian is practically radiating ( Read more... )