I want to meet him!

Like, yesterday.

Happy Mother's Day, everyone.

Private to the Summers girls

Hey. How you two doing?

[At around noon, there's a knock on the door of Harry's apartment. Tara didn't even wait to see who answered before out came,]

The shop is filled with hair. I can't conjure that much lemon cake. May I come in?

[OOC: Action for anyone who could conveiveibly be at the apartment. Voice otherwise.]

So, Harry? It's not that your shop is so much blackened as it is, uhm, charred. My calculations couldn't have been that off...

Anyway, the point is --

[Momentary static]

--I don't think you should say "sex poodle" in your voooooowoahkay.

Fountain. City. Check.

Could, uhm -- Could someone come help me?

[OOC: Concept unapologetically ( Read more... )

[What starts as quiet whining escalates until it fills the airwaves, becoming shrill, high barks. There's the scramble of paws on wood as the communicator skitters across the floor and a puppy comes racing out. Then the steady thump thump thump of a tail hitting the ground, until the whining begins again. And then there's silence.]

[Translation: ( Read more... )

If there's anyone out there still who has or had contact with the Geostigma virus, please speak up! We can transport you to the hospital for treatment and have you all patched up in no time. Even if you don't think you're infected or contagious, you should get screened just to be sure. This means you, Harry Dresden, who I am not speaking to. Just ( Read more... )

Harry Dresden is sick. Really sick. With some sort of hinky alien chicken flu.

I'm going to fix him, and everyone else who's got it. Does anyone have healing abilities? Or... Is there a doctor around? I don't think I can do this alone...

Private to Dr. Wilson

My friend is sick. Really, really sick. I'm sorry to ask, but d-do you think...?

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Oh, no. What's Willow -- Buffy?

Uhm. Okay. Not the Double Meat Palace which isn't necessarily a bad thing...

Fountain. City. Right.

Guess I'm back.

...Harry?

[OOC: So she is. From the Season Six episode Dead Things. She remembers everything about the City.]

Well. At least you can go out today. Deities, can we please have some sunlight? We're wilting flowers, here ( Read more... )

I know it's no fun for going out in, but a good soaking rain like this is just what the ground needs after a long, dry winter. And it's always fun to dance in.

[Private to Dawn]

Hey. Uhm. It's just been a couple days and I haven't heard from Willow, and I kind of just...

Is she okay?