It's insanely obnoxious to be lectured by someone who has never done a single thing wrong in their life. I'm not perfect, I'll never be perfect. If you keep expecting so much I'm just going to disappoint you ( Read more... )

What this place needs is a party. Maybe a water party. You know, slip 'n slides, water guns, water balloons.

You know, this is actually a pretty awesome idea.

So Willow, hows about we throw Tara and Harry an engagement party / babyshower?

I'd tell you something about cows and milk, Tara, but . . well. . moot point.

[ooc: Yeah, she's loling.]

I'm no political theorist, but since when is the Warden of a freaking jail in charge of an entire city? Unless this is Oz. But with women. And no pods.

I digress. Shouldn't we have mayors and senators and . . you know, a democratic system instead of one person doing whatever they want to?

So, Harry, should I toss the red wig? Or is that a real fetish...

I'd completely forgotten what I was doing here when I went home. Going to have to write myself a note and stick it in my pocket every day.

Think that'll work?

Hey, I don't remember a door being -

[Voice cuts out, and when it comes back, it's a little darker somehow, a little older]

-this place again.

[ooc: Molly is now canon updated. Ganked the idea from Harry mun. Profound apologies for the use of the word ganked.]

Where am- ah. I remember this place. I always have in the space between sleep and wakefulness.

[ooc: Age reversal!]

[Rustling sound and a hissing intake of breath]

Harry! Hey- can you hear me? Wake up.

Ugh...

Any non hostile entities around? Mouse? [Sharp whistle] Here boy? Come on. Someone? I can't haul him back myself.

Harry's gone.

Kind of mad. Kind of jealous.

I miss Chicago. And dad. Oh hell, even mom. I wonder how dad's doing, anyway. Where's a miracle healing when you need one?