So, if anyone was wondering where I've been the last few days, my entire apartment complex's internet access went down, and I can't access LJ from work. But I'm back now! *clings*

And just in time for a bandwagon, I see.

The post about my new character because I'm just that crazy will be coming soon.

( Jill and Jack: Shapeshifting hermaphrodite )

As you might have guessed from the string of my characters leaving town or turning into a potted plant down your flist, I am going to be AFK for a few days, starting at approximately 6 AM tomorrow (a time that should not exist) when I leave to drive up to Washington, DC where I'll be interning this summer. I should be back online by Tuesday ( Read more... )

One minute Jill was sitting at her desk, trying to write a 'Dear Jack' letter and not really coming up with anything past 'Seriously DO NOT cut my hair.' This was hard.

The next there was no Jill.

There was, however, a very nice potted geranium sitting on the desk.

It hoped someone thought to water it.

Hihi! Little late, but better late than never, right?

For the newbie, Dr. Samuel Cornick, look back thisaway. One caveat I didn't think of while writing that post because I was drunk: Samuel has a very developed sense of smell, even in human form, and certain smells are going to ping for him: fae, witches, other werewolves, vampires. If you are ( Read more... )

Jack woke up, ran through Jill's memories, and said, "Huh." Then he got up and went to check Jill's frighteningly OCD wall calendar ( Read more... )

It's spring break! Woooooo ( Read more... )

Jack woke up on Friday morning and idly flicked through Jill's memory as one might, say, a magazine. Spring break, everyone was on a cruise, except Jill because of stupid Jack--load of resentment there, and she could just get over herselfHe was so busy meditating on the whininess that was Jill that it took him a few minutes to realize he ( Read more... )

Latish Friday night, Jack stumbled back to Jill's room and managed to get his jar of peanut butter and anything else that overtly said 'Jack's been outside!' either hidden or thrown away. He hid his new shoes and jacket in 'his' drawer, where Jill wouldn't look on a dare, under a couple of Hustlers. Then he fell asleep, pretty much fully clothed ( Read more... )

On Monday night, Jill went to sleep.

On Tuesday morning, ( Jack woke up )

Jill was scrambling to get things ready for tomorrow. And Jack. She didn't know what the school was going to do about it. Were they going to lock him in? Remove him to a secure location? Let him roam free because everyone here was crazy and wouldn't notice anyway? She didn't know, and she was afraid to ask, so she'd decided to take ( Read more... )