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Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Muse: Andrew Wells
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I moved to Kirill's house!

I took a bus to New York. It was interesting. There were many different types of people on the bus.

A little girl got dropped off by her mom and picked up by her dad, and the driver made her promise not to leave the bus without telling him, even if she sees someone she knows at the stop.

I liked listening to this woman have a very loud phone conversation in an English accent about her travels and how she got lost, and saw the sights, and had a fight with her boyfriend, and had trouble finding a place to buy tampons. I decided not to tell her she was being so loud. That would probably embarrass her.

I didn't have change for headphones for the movie on the bus. It was about a dog. Oh yeah! Speaking of money, I luckily had enough to get my bus ticket and do forwarding from my PO box. I have some auctions ending soon, and I'm working on a big big database/backend for this web site that's selling like, soap. So I'm not in dire straits yet. Which is actually a nautical term for straits, or channels of water, that are perilous. It's also a band.

Kirill's house is a factory. I've always wanted to live in a factory. Or some kind of firehouse, or temple, or school, or other non-house structure. It's really cool. He doesn't get the whole thing though.

But there are sirens at night, and weird people hang around in the alley, and I almost-not-quite stepped on drug paraphernalia on the sidewalk. Which makes it an adventure.

Well anyway, it can't be worse than Sunnydale. Not a single person I know has died yet. Keep your fingers crossed!

Current Mood: energetic excited!

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Well luckily they decided to kick me out after I started making my own money.

Hotels are stupid. Internet is expensive. I can't keep a lot of food here, so there's a lot of eating out, and therefore more spending money. Looking for somewhere to live is hard. I don't wanna carry all my stuff in a cab again. I don't think I'm making enough to survive on my own. Argh, there's no one here!

I'm gonna go see if Warren the robot wants to talk.

Current Mood: lonely lonely

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This totally took place last Friday, before Warren left town, (and also I'm slow), but Andrew and Remus are totally gettin' it on in the kitchen over here.

If anyone in the house thinks they should walk in on the whole thing, please, feel free. There could be shouting.

Fun? Fun.
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The previous set is here.

Following are some by other people, for my own reference.
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I think Warren's sad.

I mean there's a Tucker here, but he's weird, and he's not the right Tucker, apparently. So Warren reacts to him funny, and he's been kind of not himself. He needs to be cheered up.

I shall prepare a glooorious feast the likes of which have not been seen since... the last time someone made a glorious feast. I even have my own money now, what with the doing actual work, and I bought groceries, and I figured out where everything is in Kara's kitchen. All I need is a worthy assistant. Therefore I put Remus' phone number to good use, and he will arrive shortly.

Yes. It's the perfect plan.

Current Mood: hungry motivated
Current Music: I'm humming "Food, Glorious Food"

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There was that time with Jonathan. There were four betrayals that day.

Me and him were talking. He said he missed all the people at school. He wanted to see them again. Like it wasn't enough that he was willing to leave me and Warren and like, tell Buffy all our weaknesses and maybe turn us in. He also still wanted to hang out with everyone I hated from school. Like he forgave them or something. I mean, maybe you could forgive one single person, who only shoved you against the wall once because they weren't thinking and other people thought it was funny. But the whole school? The collective? Includes the people who thought it was funny and the people who didn't do anything about it and the slutty girls and the ones that say 'fag' a hundred times a day and the guy that punched me in the nose. The collective is evil incarnate, and to turn toward them is to turn away from me.

My chest hurt and my skin itched. I hate being pissed off; it's very uncomfortable. Warren nodded like he approved, and I went through with the plan by stabbing Jonathan in the tummy. It didn't take very long. He didn't scream or anything. But he looked surprised and in pain and really really sad. I lied to him to get him there, he wasn't armed, and he never saw it coming. That's why he was the perfect target.

I didn't find out until later that Warren wasn't really Warren. The First Evil lied to me, for months. My whole purpose in life was doing what he said, and it wasn't really him. I stopped lighting a candle every day and talking to Warren's photo for that whole period because I thought I was really talking to his ghost in person. So Warren's... whatever, spirit, or something, wherever he was, didn't hear from me that whole time, and he probably thought I forgot about him, but really the stupid First Evil was tricking me. I can't believe I fell for it. I should have known.

So that's four. Jonathan against me, me against Jonathan, the First Evil against me, and if I was smarter, or looking closer, or if I just tried harder, I would have known it wasn't Warren, somehow, and maybe I wouldn't have failed him again.

Muse: Andrew Wells
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
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So we moved to Kara's house.

I totally have an (un-permanent) income. Doing a web site. It'll take me all of two days. And this chick's gonna pay me to draw her World of Warcraft elfy thinger. More if I color it in, and even more if I mail the original to her. So therefore I can help with rent or something, and not be totally useless.

Warren's mopey, and clings to Tucker a lot. It's heart-breaking disconcerting. Like something bad is gonna happen. Maybe Tucker's dying. Tucker, would you tell me if you were dying?

I'm gonna go molest my robot lay down.

I don't want to worry whether
We're gonna stay together
'Till we die
I don't want to think about it
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to hold back
I don't want to slip down
I don't want to think back to the one thing that I know I
Should have done

I don't want to doubt you
Know everything about you
I don't want to sit across the table from you
Wishing I could run

I want to love you madly

Current Mood: distressed distressed
Current Music: Love You Madly

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My opposite is the wit. How weird is that?


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