. . . Well, that was a surprise.

Whatever I am doing, I don't like it.

What the hell am I doing?

My secretary keeps dragging me out and about to the most absurd of places. So far this week I have been forced to come along to two birthday dinners with her family, for herself and her brother, which was maddening and amusing in turn, as it seems that each and every person related to this girl could easily pass for two people sharing one body. The ( Read more... )

[typist mode]

*Achem*

Henry dearest cannot or will not make an entry at the moment, probably because he has nothing particularly clever to say about the way things have turned out. So, suffice it to say that his mood at the moment can be summarized thusly:

<3 !

That is all.

[/typist]

Whatever Dorian thinks he is doing, I don't like it.

She's awake! Awake and seemingly all right, if weak still. I'm glad all of this chaos is coming to a close. It's made me say the most absurdly serious things, these past few days.

We've brought Victoria back to the mansion, and found a doctor to tend to her, thankfully. She doesn't appear to be hurt, but she fainted when we arrived, and hasn't woken yet.

We're going after Victoria tonight. It's all an incredible mess, and St. Just appears to be worried enough to die, and if we don't find her soon, Victoria just might. *anxiousliekwhoa* We haven't found a doctor, either.

. . . And I think Dorian is rather upset with me, just now. *again,anxiousliekwhoa*

[mun takeover, again]

Hey, look, it's Henry/Victoria! Sort of. Except they're rather sad. And intensely short.

( Married!couple!crackpairing, yey )

Adrian's here now, although from the looks of it, he might not be for much longer if he doesn't clean himself up a bit. Or a lot. Preferably a lot, because as is he can't talk without slurring. And apparently, his opium-induced haze causes him to be "sweet" rather than utterly stupid and slightly odd-smelling.

He's taken up a room at the DF ( Read more... )