( A relatively typical day in Crossovers.... )

My author's reminded me that journals exist to be written in. I suppose I just haven't had much going on that I particularly cared to share. Not that this got me anything but a pointed explanation of the friends lock. I suppose I'll be using that later, but I'll leave this one open. I suppose I should make time for the journal, busy though I am. If ( Read more... )

Seren has been rather erratic of late, even for him. Far more prone to sudden shifts in mood, and more easily frustrated or angered than usual. Today, however, has been something of the final straw. He came back to the response center later than he has ever returned, and immediately locked himself in the other room. Where he has remained. All day ( Read more... )

If I'd known you'd posted an entry about my state of incapacitation... For everyone's information, I'm fine. I got over my poisoning in the course of a few days, and I'm back to work. I've simply been a bit too busy to worry about the journal. As for why T'Pira didn't bother mentioning my recovery, I don't know. Perhaps she assumed it would be ( Read more... )

Proof positive that Seren is not quite so invincible as he likes to appear. My partner is currently in Medical. He is, naturally, not happy about it at all, but bows to logic sufficiently to allow the doctors to do their jobs. Of course, it is not any normal physical injury that has laid him low ( Read more... )

It would seem we have icons now. They're not bad, actually, all things considered. 'All things' being the fact that mine is very close to being completely scratched. What parts are not from scratch are extensively modified. Which was apparently necessary to get an icon even remotely worth looking at.

Odd. Seren was quiet before, but now he's become almost silent. He doesn't speak at all unless asked a direct question. When his attention is not required for the mission, he is extremely distant and distracted. Against my better judgement, I asked him what was wrong, only to be told 'Nothing's wrong. I just need to figure something out ( Read more... )

I returned from my home universe this morning. Already I wish I had stayed there. My hair is pink. An extremely bright, attention-demanding pink. Seren claims he is not responsible, and I believe him. One of his greatest joys in life, it seems, is making sure I know it is him who is making my own life difficult. I am, however, almost certain he ( Read more... )

During a game of Truth or Dare that I was dragged into last night, Agent Teena was dared to give myself and Alec makeovers. My current outfit consists of rather tight black pants, boots, a loose white shirt with tight wrist cuffs tucked into the pants, a sleeveless vest with my department logo on it, and fingerless gloves ( Read more... )

After a certain amount of time spent making something of a pest of myself, I've finally gotten a journal. Of course, now that I have it, I feel somewhat obliged to write in it.

Don't expect much from this entry. I'm still recovering from my fight with a Slayer who was also a Jedi, and I'm not feeling particularly industrious.

Rather, you're ( Read more... )