So.....Do yourselves all a favor, and make sure to check your bath products before use. My little friend decided to put dye in my shampoo, and this shit isn't washing out for anything.

Anybody know how to get blood out of the carpet? Apparently I had some.....fun...when I wasn't myself.

[Anita can be seen from behind as she sits at her bedroom desk. A dozen or so letters sit by her elbow. Carefully, meticulously, she opens them, reads them, folds them with very sharp creases, and places them into her desk drawer. When the last is finally put away, she puts her head in her hands, and her curls and shoulders shake with silent ( Read more... )

[Male!Anita is a crazy-tasty hunk with no shirt and pants that are split up the side to an *almost* obscene degree.]

Touching the ceiling is one hell of a thrill. Hey...uh..Sam? Can I borrow some of your old clothes? I'm about your height, now.

[The camera feed toggles on, and Anita is standing there, looking as if she's ready to strangle herself with the nearest string of multi-colored lights ( Read more... )

[Anita's voice is pained and more than a bit slurred. It appears the House was kind enough to dispense morphine to someone with a chest wound.]

Heeeey guys. I gotta....Issere a docter inna house? Heh....allwayys wanted to say that for real. I....

[The voice sobers, as if discovering something unprecedented.]

Dijjuknow I've got feet[The ( Read more... )

[The camera comes on, and the fuzzy image resolves into Anita standing before her bathroom mirror. Her hands grip the sides of the sink, and.the usual drape has been torn down from the mirror's front. Anita looks rather disheveled and frightened, though her heaving breaths begin to slow. She mutters to herself in a tremulous whisper.]

"I'll ( Read more... )

Days in the library, and not a fucking thing. Great stories, fabulous mysteries, but a single book on how the hell we got here? Noooooo.

Looks like we got some new residents, though. Hi new folks. Welcome to Crazytown.

I need coffee.

Thank god that's over with. Fuck if I care if this house wants to make fun of me - I just don't like seeing crazies trying to mess with my guns.

Hey Haru - do you still want to go shooting with me?

It seems like my little funhouse doppleganger has come to roost, too, just like every other single person in the mansion. I'd like to think I'm not quite that much of an asshat, though god knows she's got some nifty guns. I gotta find some earplugs, though - if I hear one more paranoid diatribe, I might hit something.

In the background, a raspy ( Read more... )