Hi, guys! By now you have probably realized that the game is down. Whoops. We're working on it (more accurately, Adrenaline is) but for the time being, to chat with other players, do some RP, etc. you can connect to omen.genesismuds.com 2997 -- which is some server space that Elle graciously donated for our refugees, until we get the game back up.

Sorry!

You know how it is. When the crazy killer we all love gets to thinking, sometimes I let you people know.

Your favorite mind-screwers-around-with are here, kids. :)

OOC: In order to save your flist (for those who get their log thoughts from the MUSH's community), here's a list of the entries that have been posted to Mara' journal today.

Skeleton in the Closet, and Who Sends a Man Flowers?

Don't Let Me Down

Visions of Violence, and Elephants, Guns, and Paintbrushes! Oh My!

It's Really Not a Tumor

Unprofessional, and Lies and Lists

I caved.

Only two entries up so far.

Seriously, this has been one messed up day! First I run into Anders when I was supposed to meet my coworkers for brunch, then later in the day some guy pulls a sword on Rose and I out in Central Park! Granted, Rose didn't help the matter by mouthing off, but that's just how she is.  

Fortunately I was able to put him to sleep. I guess.. I should be glad I have this ability. I was able to protect my daughter with it.

OOC: Thoughts for The Time Traveler and the Psychometer

People in New York are nosy. They are rude. They are indiscreet, and they are arrogant. Young and old. They stare. They blunder about asking questions they have no right to ask, and making assumptions they have no right to make.

And yet. I find them oddly endearing.

They are honest -- with a few notable exceptions. Straight-forward at the very least, and capable of kindness, if only in small, sporadic doses.

The Scottish, on the other hand, are wholly unredeemable. I hope for his sake that he has managed to keep a real job long enough to actually have insurance.

OOC: Original entry with log links is here.

OOC: Thoughts for His Name is Jack

OOC: Thoughts on: Ages and Tomes

OOC: In order not to clutter up flists and such with posts, I'll merely post a link to the IC posts to the community, rather than the full or partial post, unless otherwise requested. Here are the first five logs.

Dark Hair and Nice Smiles

Splitting the Fault

Bloody English Justice

As Real As Sewer Gators

Mirror, Mirror

 It's... been a weird week that I'm not going into detail on. 

Needless to say, I do feel better about things. At least I know it's not me that's crazy. I'm going to stick with my leave from work for the duration. I left a message with Mr. Gomez's daughter, and I left Rose a voice mail..

Speaking of Rose, what the heck did she do to my apartment? I'm sure she just lost me the security deposit. The dishwasher is broken, the oven smells funny and she's left a mess of the place. I'll.. call maintenance in the morning and do some cleaning. Now, I just want to rest in my own bed.

I think I'll just stick to the house the rest of the week.

I am typing from my laptop, since..

Since my jaw was broken last night by some miscreant.

Hello world, this is my "el-jay" as the Americans here call it, I am Anders, and thats all I am at liberty to divulge.

Must go, time for the Winters subject daily beat-.. Interrogation.

T-11 hours until I get myself captured, killed, or otherwise. Research is done. I know who, where, when. I might even know how. Can't get a hold of Elena; not sure where she is, but I'll call again and leave a message or something. Like it matters. She can't come with me.

I'm scared out of my freakin' mind. I can't sleep. I should, because...

Made the mistake of going back to grab some clothes and try to hide my cello. I mean, my guess is the kind of people who do what these people do don't really care about punking my instrument, but that thing is a beast of beauty. I could ship it back to Mom, but that's like sending her a singing, flashing telegram that says, "THINGS ARE AFOOT! PLEASE COME TO NYC!"

Case in point: his mother showed up today. Whaaaaat. I swear to god, when she walked through that door...

It worked. Holy shit. I don't even know what they would have done to me if they'd caught me. There was one point where I could feel myself slipping and thought I might lose it. The guy wasn't looking at my hands, though. Thank god (or dog, or whatever we're calling him today).

So. I have an address. I have a plan. I think I have a plan, anyway. Gotta talk to Elena. I am > this close < to winding up on the six o'clock news for this stunt I'm about to pull. I went to see the place today, but it's totally unassuming. Doesn't look like a fortress...

I don't even know if I should be saying what I want to say. I have this sinking feeling that this whole "higher education" thing is about to fall through the floor. I've been sitting here in this cafe, staring at the screen, the cursor flashing at me. Mocking me. I can't go home. I shouldn't go home, anyway. I will. I need to grab some things.

This is totally unrelated to the squirrel in a wetsuit thing...

[OOC: This is just so that I don't have to repost every entry individually. What's easiest, to me, is to just post your entries here, if you don't want to post to both. I'm going to keep posting mine in two places, because I want a quick and easy reference to Rose's entries, so I want to be able to jump back to hers and still have every entry there. From this point on, I'm going to be posting entries as I write them, with a linkback to the journal. You'll see.]

01.30.07 New York, New York: "She bought it. My mother is the single, most gullible woman..."

01.31.07 Boy Scout Central: "Stealing wireless access off my pseudo-father's sketchy neighbours..."

02.04.07 Stray Cat: "So I'm sitting in the living room rocking out to some Nine Inch Nails, cello-style..."

02.09.07 Competition on the Streets: "Met some crazy bitch on the way to this book store..."

02.10.07 Too Good to Be True: "Pseudo-Dad left this morning. I don't know how long..."

02.12.07 Surprise!: "I broke the dishwasher. And the oven's giving off..."

02.13.07 And Hilarity Ensues: "Located a stash of old pictures in a box..."

Um... hi. This is going to be the journal for Sydney Ransom, while the journal for my alt, Judah Demsky, will likely be over at hm_judah. Both journals are ICly on paper (mostly for security reasons), so there's unfortunately no way that anybody would be able to reply to them.

How is everyone else going to handle their entries? Based on the staff posts, I'm assuming that we're supposed to post each entry twice--once to our own journals, and once to the community with the [IC] tag, but I don't see anybody doing this (including myself, so I could be wrong).

What's the general consensus, Rose? I'm trying to friend everybody that I know of using my IC account, just so nothing slips through the cracks, but I'm afraid I'll inevitably miss somebody.