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[Locked to Gale Kendricks]
Look. You don't know me and I don't really know you, but I know you broke into the medical files in the Conrad's basement and I know you think Kara's here. Fact is, yeah, she was.
She's dead now. I was there when it happened. Some kind of behemoth demon got her. I know that being stuck here's bad enough, but I figured someone ought to let you know -
[Public, unless you're the Master or anyone related to his being here. Sorry, Master]
Coming soon to a Millennium Park near you. (Specifically, January 31st if that's too vague for you)
The wedding of Martha Jones and Desmond Descant.
Be there. Or I'll hunt you down. Dmitri knows where you live.
[Locked to Luke and Dmitri]
I have no groomsmen. My groomsmen have been killed or eaten by Rifts. Dmi, you get the honors of being Best Man. ( Read more... ) -
[Fic] You're the Indian in the cougar's nest...
OOC: Written for Rizzy with the prompt, "Until you realize the blood is probably yours." CONGRATS, YOU ALL NOW KNOW HOW THE NEWEST VERSION OF THE SECOND DESCANT BOOK ENDS... Kinda. May make very little sense out of context. Oh well. >.>
There's blood spilled on the floor
Everyone's staring at you, what for?
Until you realize the blood is ( Read more... ) -
[Fic] No, we all can't be superfly...
OOC: For magi, with the prompt, "Gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans, he's grazing the surface of sleep."
"I could just... Poof to Las Vegas. I could poof all of us there, actually ( Read more... ) -
[Public]
Okay. I'm not looking for a headcount in my journal (although if you're reading this and I know you, you better fucking tell me where the hell you are, because I am not going insane looking for you all), but, as far as we know, all the firstborns came back today, right ( Read more... ) -
[Request for rattle_thecages] Once lived a man who got all he ever wanted...
Des is drowning in a sea of tulle and menus and floral arrangements, and currently flopped bonelessly on the couch with a book of sample patterns for tablecloths draped over his face and snoring softly. There's a little gray cat on his stomach with a plastic flower between her paws that she's currently concentrating on gnawing and no matter how ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Shameless abuse of mun powers...
SO. PEOPLE. As most of you already know, I have created a new prompt comm (a no-stress, no application, unlimited muses prompt comm) based around writing fic with daemons in, because... I think there needs to be more daemonfic out there and since the last daemon prompt comm sort of... Petered out of existence, I wanted to revive the concept.
You can ( Read more... ) -
[Locked to Dmitri]
I need you at the house. Now.
...I'm in desperate need of a shapeshifter with good negotiating skills.