sorry, all; Prelude 1

[sigma7]

You're all my best friends. You all, and the girl with the cello, and the Esteemed Colleague from Elsewhere, you're all my guys, you know that, right? Cause know that. It's true. You're my team. If things get freaky again, I need you all on my side to dig me out. Don't let me die in an unholy place. And protect yourselves. You're the best

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[ladymoondancer]

*hugs*

[daethkow]

Dude. WTF? I mean, I know you have a black belt in Cryptic, but this is LiveJournal, not Facebook (Mr. Dawkins .... IF THAT IS IN FACT YOUR REAL NAME). If I need to drive to Rhode Island to avenge your death, just let me know.

If it was just drug-induced, at least be comforted that they were happy drugs and not wharrgarbl or hee-hee-hee-thump drugs.

[missmiah]

I was very worried (and confused), and then I saw your edit, so now I'm less worried but still confused. Also starving and cranky, but those two are completely unrelated to this post and more to do with just waking up and the dog.

[aardy]

(Having now seen the edit, I feel more comfortable saying this.)

Did you, perhaps, leave LJ logged in and then leave the room while TinyMoo was out of his cage?

[sigma7]

Pig would type something like that. Maybe Muffin or Biscuit, more likely, as they tend to be on the receiving end of the pecking order more often. But they're all safe now.