Doc steps back and looks at his work for the day. The flux dispersal coils are in place, and the wormhole-creation system is almost completely rigged up. Not a bad day's work, in his opinion ( Read more... )

Wherever you are at the moment, Happy Birthday, Metody!

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Originally found on hart_on_sleeve's journal:

You Have a Brilliant First Name


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*beep* "Damn."

*beep* "Damn!"

*beep* "DAMN DAMN!"

Doc glares at his PINpoint, staring at the error message on the screen. "Why are you giving me an error about returning to Chicago?" he demands of it. "I've gone there after LOLs plenty of times! I even gave this one some time to wear off! What's going on here ( Read more... )

Where’s your happy place?I assume you mean the mental construct, as opposed to a physical location. For me, it’s always been my old family mansion. I actually didn’t like the place all that much while I was living there - living alone in a large house made me feel like I didn’t quite belong in there - but now that I’m stuck here in Chicago, I miss ( Read more... )

Why does this place keep taking my friends away?

I don't

I

I hate my life somedays.

Today, apparently, is the day that fire shall fall from the sky ( Read more... )

It is very hard to write while itching like this, but considering everything I've read on the journals lately ( Read more... )

I don't

How the hell

I really thought I was past this city surprising me. After roughly a year and five months, I really thought. . . .

The mayor was the Devil, three kids stopped him and died for their trouble, and now every water source in the city is now blood which is bringing back some really awful memories of certain operating tablesI ( Read more... )