Captain. I've finished the magical section of my investigation. Looks likethe bombs weren't cloaked in any way, shape or form. I couldn't find even a trace of magical energy on them ( Read more... )

Ok folks, update time! The plan as is so far:

Rikku's father is going to give a little help. SO that's some fast, quick money. We'll use that at hand cash to rent an open outdoor area. Shido's plan might be able to add to that too. Someplace where plenty of people can walk by and see us. Off the street business.

There we'll set up a temperary stage. ( Read more... )

Alright crew... I'm sure we ALL heard that little snippit from our Captain a little while ago ( Read more... )

It looks like the Victoria is turning tail, thank god.

So! Time to get to work. I've heard a few of you mumbling that the sudden appearance of these things is kinda questionale, and I gotta agree.

Something's up, and it's not just some attempt and cleaning all our clocks. Those things were cloaked  somehow. And I'm going to find out how.

Captain, if ( Read more... )

*bursts of static with occasional warbling talking, like a radio between stations*

Captain! I-----------------------------------with the bombs. The--------

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-------------------------------this might be able to--------------

------fucking thing!----------------

GRAH!! JINX!! I. CAN. USE. JINX. ON . BOMBS!!!--------

CONTACT ME BEFORE I ( Read more... )

Lunasa, huh? Snuck up on me again this year. Gotta send a gift to the Carpenters, other then that... Oh, and a new book for Bob ( Read more... )

I would REALLY love to help set up for the play, really I would. But seeing as my room STILL smells like sulfur, I think I'll just wait here until the damn thing starts, and just watch. Thanks.

OOC: Someone feel free to drag his cranky ass out. Damn wizards need social time

*sounds of small explosions and a very tired and pissy Harry*

Alright. Any one who was at that dance last night, which is just Giselle I think, come to my quarters ASAP. I wanna try something....

*Another rumble, follwed by a stream of curses from Bob*

Hell's Bells! That's not supposed to heat this long-

*static*

....

If you come to my room yelling about seamtresses and woodchucks, be ready for a fuego to the face.

That is all.

 [Long threads of jibberish and static]

...hate this thing!! Fuc-

[More static and garbled letters]

-at's IT!! Come on Bob, I'm gonna fix this once and for all.