freedom is just another word for

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 01:03:51 GMT

You aren't affected by this curse or anything, are you?

If you aren't, I'd really like to have this conversation sooner rather than later.

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 00:07:36 GMT

God, I'm glad that yesterday's over. Thanks, everyone, for helping where you could. I really appreciate it.

Today's curse is absolutely pleasant in comparison--though it's probably a bit worrisome that "masses of people are not bleeding profusely" is now criteria for a nice day. I haven't seen too many familiar faces yet today, but I suppose there's still time. It's too much to hope that Valerie or Ruth could be here, but--that'd be lovely, if they were.

V, how're you feeling?

Sat, 31 May 2008 17:23:39 GMT

[Voice Post]

[A brittle, tense voice can be heard.]

...I need medical advice.

Now.

Please.

[/Voice Post]

((OOC: Worried Evey is worried--she's never had to take care of a man on fire before. :-/ Physically, she's in the same shape as she was upon being "freed"--emaciated, weak, and bald. ~~C'mon, that's about the best she has in the way of canon injuries. XD~~ But since that's a few steps below "burned all to hell," it comes secondary to figuring out what to do with V.

And sorry about the repost. >_o))

Thu, 29 May 2008 21:24:02 GMT

{Private to V}
...V, I'd like to talk with you.

Whenever you feel like it is fine with me, but I'd like to do it sooner rather than later.
{End Private}

The curses haven't been too bad lately--well, in comparison to some of them we've had, at least. I hope it's not a sign that we're up for something really terrible next week.

...Now I've probably just jinxed it. *grin*

But really, yesterday was brilliant, if a little embarrassing (well, embarrassing looking, I guess). More curses could use glittery text.

Mon, 26 May 2008 17:46:41 GMT

God damn it.

Damn it--of all the ways to find out--

Fuck.

...I think I could use an afternoon out. ~~Is it too early to go out for a drink? Because I think I could use one.~~ Would anyone feel like coming with? Megumi, Elaine, Rose?

~~The one time I really wouldn't mind too much if I got smashed, and Kiyone's not here.~~

((OOC: Um. Note to self: In future, do not allow spirit mouse to tell unsuspecting housemates about the past nature of your relationship. Nobody ends up happy.))

Wed, 21 May 2008 20:15:28 GMT

Plus ça change, plus c’est la meme chose, right? That's what Walter had said it was, two summers ago--the more things change, the more they stay the same.

It's strange, living with him again. We've got a lot of the same old routines, and he's still him, if less interested in the other people here. It's a bit like we're back in the Gallery again, really, like what it might have been like if I'd stayed--after the rainstorm. After I wasn't afraid anymore, but before he told me he loved me. Some strange place in between.

I'm going to have to tell him more about the last time he was here, sooner or later. If nothing else, it's the only way I'm going to be able to reclaim my vanity. It was in ~~our~~ his room when he came back, and I'd thought the City was enough of a shock without explaining why my dressing table was in his room when there was plenty of space in mine.

Considering how he's been behaving, I don't know if he'll take it well. But the longer I wait...I can't put it off too much more.

How bad is it up there right now? If I go up to work, am I going to be attacked by people demanding to know what I taste like?

...I'm cinnamon flavoured today--sorry to spoil the surprise. But now no one has to try licking my hand while I'm busy. *grin*

Sun, 18 May 2008 15:12:56 GMT

...Two years exactly.

Sat, 10 May 2008 19:10:53 GMT

Ugh--I'd forgotten how much I disliked this part of living underground.

V, can you help me drag the sandbags out? If it's raining as hard up there as it sounds like, we're going to be flooded otherwise.

Sat, 03 May 2008 16:32:32 GMT

The problem with LJ the City: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Then post this and find out what people don't know about you!

Being compelled to post inane quizzes and questions on the interlink? What a weird curse--I just wish it wasn't so hard to resist.

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 03:09:47 GMT

V's returned.

I'm going to have to move my things back down to ~~our--~~ the Underground once these zombies clear up. Would anyone be interested in helping me pack up my flat? I haven't got too much up there, so it shouldn't take too long, but it's the sort of thing that's a lot less of a chore when there's more than one person involved. I can pay in store-bought biscuits and tea. *grin*

...Please don't mention the married thing to him, all right?

He--doesn't exactly know yet. He doesn't remember anything from the last time he was here. And I haven't quite gotten around to telling him.

((OOC: Have you neglected to add V as a friend? Because you should pretty much fix that right now. :O))

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 01:25:24 GMT

...Someone put a bomb in my flat.

A bloody bomb.

Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?

((OOC: In the end, it was easier to have her unaffected, considering how little Evey is fond of the idea of going out and doing the "Running Gun Blues" type thing. She is, however, not exactly amused by the fact that her living room just went boom thanks to this. :-/))

[Voice Post]

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 12:37:22 GMT

[Murmured, so quietly that the words are indistinguishable.]

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke:
Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
And speak to him in many sorts of music
That will allow me very worth his service.

[And more loudly, clearly, in a slightly lower tone than usual.]

I'm looking for Duke Orsino. I am Cesario, a eunuch, come to serve him here in Illyria.

Do any of you know where I might find my lord?

((OOC: ...Because really, what would be more appropriate than Viola? And caveat: I've only seen Twelfth Night once ~~and that godawful She's the Man twice~~, so I apologize if I muck things up any. D:))

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 23:37:14 GMT

I hope that we can safely assume that curse won't come around again for at least a year--I never want to go through that particular experience again. It was idiotic and painful at the same time. ~~It reminded me of~~

Is everyone all right, for the most part? No one's permanently dead from that one, right? I wouldn't have expected to wake up alive and in my flat this morning, but ~~if things had ended differently, I don't know what--~~ I'm not about to complain about having a pulse.

...I think I need to go out for a while.

((OOC: So she drowned, woez0rs. And had a bit of a freakout moment when she woke up, until she realized that she wasn't City!dead. Strikes unhackable, but she's a bit more shaken up than she'd like to be--close calls, et cetera. >>))

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:53:37 GMT

I've never seen a ship like this in all my life! Everyone told me on the ride to the port that I could expect more than a few rats in the corners and beds that'd be a nightmare to sleep in, but they were just pulling my leg. This ship is just lovely--the food is nearly as good as Mum makes, and the berths are plenty large. It seems like a miracle it can float when it's so big.

Robbie'll have my head if I'm wandering about without him...but I did want to see everything I'm allowed to, and I haven't seen him once since we boarded. Perhaps if I keep an eye out for him at the same time. None of you have seen my brother, by any chance, have you? He's dark-haired, quite a bit taller than me, answers to Robert Hammond?

((OOC: She's stuck playing the part of wide-eyed steerage girl and will be spending much of this little jaunt looking in vain for her brother--wouldn't be proper of her to be there alone, after all~))

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 02:42:51 GMT

We've got some real copacetic cats and canaries here in the City. I didn't expect I'd finish off a righteous nod with a jam session like this--you're all really breakin' it down out there, and I dig the grooves you're beating out.

I'm sure no warbler myself, but I'm a jitterbug through and through. So where's the clambake to be at, fellow rug-cutters? I'm in need of a partner, but I can shim-sham-shimmy and boogie-woogie with the best of 'em.

((OOC: Because as far as I'm concerned, it's not a jazz curse if someone's not talking some form of jive. ^_- I've tried to use the more self-evident bits of slang, but I'm working off of those websites if you need a translation (or just ask!). ♥))

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 13:54:18 GMT

Has it just been a day since I left? I only had a day in London--I didn't get anything done, though I did nearly give Inspector Finch a heart attack...but last time it was a day at home, it was a full week in the City.

...I'm glad I didn't bother shaving my head this time. ~~I knew it had to be too good to be true.~~

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 15:25:03 GMT

[Voice Post]

...For all my counting and pacing last curse day, I didn't do any cleaning at all. So much for getting anything useful out of that.

[A small laugh. Pause. The next words are in a more serious tone.]

What's got me is how pointless it all was. I mean, almost everything in this madhouse is, but that curse, and the fact that it's almost been two years now--God, if anything's going to remind me of how much I wish I could go home--

[Aaaaaaand...silence. Silence. Silence.]

[End Voice Post]

((OOC: Eh, she'll be back tomorrow. Whatevs. XD))

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 20:28:16 GMT

[Voice Post]

[Underneath the words being spoken, which grow louder, softer, and louder again by turns, footsteps can be heard pacing away and toward the computer. Each time after she says the word "still", a fingersnap can be heard.]

Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still. [*snap*]

Teach us to speak and not to speak. Teach us to sit still. [*snap*]

Teach us to think and not to think. Teach us to sit still. [*snap*]

Teach us to be and not to be. Teach us to sit still. [*snap*]

Teach us to love and not to love. Teach us to sit still. [*snap*]

Teach us to weep and not to weep. Teach us to sit still. [*snap*]

Teach us to dream and not to dream. Teach us to sit still. [*snap*]

Teach us to fight and not to fight. Teach us to sit still. [*snap*]

[The footsteps end, very near to the laptop. For several seconds, all that can be heard is her breathing. Then, very quickly, in a desperate murmur...]

...Have to kill the ticking. One, five, five, five. One, five, five, five. One, five, five, four. Count the patterns, count the patterns...

Teach us to love and not to love. Teach us to love and not to love. Teach us to love and not to love. Teach us to love and not to love. Teach us to love and not to...

[--fzzt.]

[End Voice Post]

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 22:51:34 GMT

...Well, that was a new one. I feel like I just learned what life would be like if I was lobotomised.

I mean, it wasn't that bad in comparison to a lot of the curses--and the wardrobe was all right--but in retrospect, it was...really inane. (And it turns out I'm actually a better cook uncursed than I am when I think I'm a housewife from almost a century ago, which is rather odd. I thought the stereotype was that everyone was just brilliant with their cooking back then.)

Enough about that, though--would anyone be interested in having another movie night sometime soon? It's a bit depressing to watch films by yourself after having had people over to watch with you. *grin* Or maybe a dinner party? The food wouldn't be all that fancy of an affair, though.

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 14:57:21 GMT

Oh, dear.

It seems I've burnt the roast again! I'll never get this quite right, will I? Perhaps I'd better try meatloaf next time and work my way up to rack of lamb.

Ah, well--I've got plenty of time to get it right. V hasn't come back yet from his trip out for cigarettes seven months ago...but when he does, he'll have a hot, ~~mostly~~ edible meal waiting for him!

Does anyone mind testing my attempts in the meantime? I want everything to be perfect for him, from the before-dinner cocktail to the Baked Alaska pudding, and...well, sometimes you just need another opinion. Especially another man's opinion--the way to his heart is through his stomach, after all!

((OOC: Best curse ever, my Gawd. I love it. >.>))

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:37:07 GMT

...I was asked out today.

It was someone who hasn't been here very long, and he sounds like he thinks he's some kind of a ladies' man, but all the same...it's the first time in a long time anyone's treated me like I was available.

It's really been ages now since anyone's done that, now that I think about it--my last year at home wasn't exactly ideal for dating, and ever since I've been here...there was always V. Even since he left, it's as if he's been here--like some shadow of him is always going to be.

And I'm glad of that, almost as much as I'm glad that he's ~~hopefully~~ gone to the death he wanted, but...God, I miss him. Every day, I find myself wanting to tell him about something or show him a film I picked up, or ask him what this or that word means. It doesn't hurt so sharply as it did at first, but it's been almost seven months now, and I still wonder where he's gotten off to when I'm half-asleep and there's no one else in bed with me.

I've mourned enough people to know all the things they tell you in self-help books--that it's all right to continue to miss them, that you don't have to move on according to this or that timetable, just to try and keep active in the other parts of your life--and I've been doing that, mostly. But up until now, I haven't had to think too much about what comes after accepting it--being "back on the market", so to speak.

I hope everyone who came over last night had a good time! I thought it was quite fun--we'll have to do that again sometime.

It's been an odd month for curses so far--I hope the rest of March is along the line of yesterday's rather than the day with the killer dolls. I'm not really in the mood for murder and mayhem right now, even if the alternative gets a bit embarrassing every once in a while. *grin*

While we're between curses, though, I suppose I'd better get looking for a job.

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 14:21:27 GMT

One of these days again?

It's not nearly as bad as it could be, I suppose. I like overly friendly people and awkward questions more than most of what the deities dish out. *grin* Welcome back to the City and all that. Make yourselves at home.

Anyway, since this curse isn't too bothersome, movie night is still on for this evening. We'll be watching The Sound of Music (singing along not required, since you'd all regret it if I joined in) and...something involving outer space. Whatever Rose picked out.

My flat's in the first building, and there'll be snacks. And if there're people visiting for the day who want to join us...then I suppose you can come along, too.

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 23:12:18 GMT

[Begin Voice Post]

No...no, that's not true. No, don't say that--I didn't mean to...

Stop it! Shut up! I don't want to hear any more of your lies!

[The sound of scissors snipping furiously.]

There...that's bet...ter...

...How is it growing back already? I can see it--oh, no, be quiet, leave me alone...

[End Voice Post]

((OOC: Today, she's Queen Evey of the Screaming Hair--I'm taking slight liberty with a wonderful Joan Aiken story called "The Queen With Screaming Hair". The short version is, somebody cut off her cat's whiskers and is being punished by having her ridiculously long hair say cruel things that only she can hear--and every time she tries to shear it off, it comes back meaner. ^^;;;))

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 17:17:52 GMT

I don't suppose there're any decent job openings at the moment, are there? After having a whole week swallowed up by curses and really bad tips, I...might've quit my old one. *grin* I suppose I'm a lot better at doing the fetching and carrying in an office than in a restaurant--but I'm a quick learner in general, if anyone's hiring. And considering how long I've been here, I'm probably not in any danger of disappearing right after my first paycheck.

In the meantime, I promised Rose Walker a movie night two months ago or so, and it still hasn't happened. If anyone's still interested in the possibility (anyone who'd like to come is welcome), I thought maybe next Saturday would work out--barring any really awful curses, that is. If I'm amnesiac and pregnant again, it's called off. Speaking of which, I haven't heard from Michael in a while...

Did you have anything you wanted to watch in particular, Rose, or should I just haul up some of ~~our~~ my collection?

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 20:20:07 GMT

Oh, God. I can't remember anything. All I remember is that I'm...oh, God.

Who am I? Where am I?

Are--are any of you the father of my child?

((OOC: You're never fully soap opera'd without an amnesiac pregnancy?))