So it's come to my attention that around 23-26 weeks ago, a whole shite-tone of people friended this account. As I haven't BEEN on this account for months, this was sort of a surprise ( Read more... )

[The journal thumps open as if it's been dropped abruptly - because it has - and the picture is, at first, total white.]

Dammit -

[As Wesley picks up the journal again, turning it over, he comes into view, looking a little bluish. That could be because he's standing knee-deep in snow with a thin shirt and no coat or jacket. He places the journal ( Read more... )

[The journal turns on by itself. It's propped up on Wesley's desk, showing its owner sitting up on his bed reading a heavy-looking book. Suddenly he looks up at something off-screen, his expression inscrutable. Slowly and carefully, he closes the book, places it on the side table, swings his legs over, and stands up.]Well then. Let's get on with it ( Read more... )

[Guess who left their journal propped open on their desk last night. And guess what? It started recording when a certain grumpy Englishman glanced out the window.]

. . . You've got to be bloody joking.

What the hell is the point of this?

[Vague dark mutterings and mumblings follow.]

. . . oh. Bloody journal.

Erm, Fred, if you're listening, and not at ( Read more... )

[This entry is written, and then once finished Wesley's gone back and read the whole thing out loud in a calm and clear voice to make sure his message gets through.]

To the residents of Luceti,

I am aware that the journals often record accidentally. Purposefully or not, however, I am sure I am not the only person who would like to be able to open ( Read more... )

To anyone who was in the wake of the bunny stampede, I'm sorry. Hopefully that won't happen again.

[Each section below is locked to the addressed party.]

Miss Bellwether - I'm terribly sorry about upsetting your friends. Is everything all right?

Mr. Okita - thank you so much, both for your assistance with the rabbits and your advice the other night.

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[Previously, on Luceti, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce woke up in the body of one Miss Bellwether. Miss Bellwether likes bunnies, and knows lots of bunnies. Wesley does not know bunnies, he knows demons, and he does not like being a girl. Thus, members of Luceti may notice a panicked-looking Bellwether sprinting in an un-ladylike fashion through town, ( Read more... )

[The body of the girl known as Bellwether awakes slowly, very, very late in the day. And panics.]

What on -  WHAT?

[There's some frantic darting around the room and flipping through the journal. She's slowly turning brighter and brighter red with embarrassment at BEING A GIRL.]

Body swaps!?!?

Oh dear lord.

Fred? Buffy? Angel? Faith? Are you all right?

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[Wesley thought he'd torn the page out of the notebook before he started writing, which may be noticeable by the odd angle of the view. He's drunk enough that he forgot that stage. A nearly empty bottle of whiskey is clearly visible on the desk next to him, though Wesley appears to be surprisingly collected for someone that smashed. Now you know ( Read more... )

Buffy - I was asleep when you came back, I think. Congratulations. Or whatever one says after such things.

Fred - I moved my bed back to my room now that you're up and about, since there wasn't much space to maneuver with it there. And for your privacy, of course. I'm still right next door if you need anything.

The roof is a bit burnt but I think ( Read more... )