grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
Who knew you could get so attatched to a place, and people, in such a short amount of time?

I thought a Banshee, Hobgoblin, Luchorpan and Mongol Ghost were the strangest people I’d ever meet. Then I met Pippi,
Nadia, Jay and Silent Bob, Anakin, Ivanova, Ranma, River, John Connor, Veronica, and of course, Gwynn,…hell that’s only a handful of the bizarre and wonderfull people I met here.

Shoving clothes and the other things I’ve aquired since arriving into my duffel bag and suitcase occupies me for a moment, but then I’m done, and my side of the room looks, really empty. God I’m going to miss having my own room. Heh, of all the things to think about now. My room.

Well it sure beat sleeping on a fold out bed in the living room. Pretty sure the classes at school are gonna seem pretty boring too. How can math class compare to How To Win Friends and Impress People? Or Screen Acting? Or my favorites of this session, Monologuing and Outquipping the Bad Guy, and Constant Vigilance.

With one final look around the room, I stoop, and leave some coins in front of the vent cover, in case the Gremlin came back. Sure I was pissed off at the time, but the little bugger was responsible for my last Fandom Weirdness, and I think that deserves a little something.

My Goodbyes have been said. My tears have been shed. All right dad, I’m coming home.
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
Tim opened the door to his room for perhaps the last time.

for Gwynn
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
Tim had several water bottles, and was working on emptying them into the sink. he also had two glass bottles out on his bed filled with a red liquid.

When he'd emptied the water bottles, he began filling them with the red liquid.
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
After a shower, a lot of water, and some advil, Tim still felt stiff and sore from sleeping under a tree last night, but at least his eyes, throat and head were, in less pain.

And he was now dressed in clean clothes that didn't smell like a drunk guy had passed out outside wearing them. Things were looking, well, if not up, then level.

He sighed, and shambled out of the bathroom, ready to try to figure stuff out. Maybe.

for a certain small visitor
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
Tim didn't want to stir from his bed. It was nice and comfy in the bed. Plus, he just didn't feel like getting up today. He could always call Luke, tell him he was sick, or, had been turned into an animal or something. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea.

Damn work ethic. Bathrobe on, Tim blearily headed for the bathroom.

For a certain out of town visitor, but I suppose other early risers, or very late night owls could come a knockin' as well. SP because I sleep now, and work and stuff tomorrow.
grand_fallguy: (Default)
Tim lounged on his bed jotting down thoughts in his new notebook given to him by Hobson.

It'd been a long time since he'd written anything down )

Closing the notebook, he stood, and decided it had also been a long time since he'd tried to get in tune with his badge of office. So, duffel bag in hand, he went down to the weapons locker, and then headed to the park
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
Tim had mail waiting for him as he arrived back at his room finally. He picked up the envelope. It was the last letter he'd written to T'ing.

Return to Sender )

He'd mailed it shortly before recieving the news about Yaroslav. By then apparently, she'd already returned to New York herself. With her new beau in tow. Yes, he'd needed this reminder.

ooc: oh so open for interaction. The door is open in fact.
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
Tim's phone informed him that someone wished to speak with him.
”brrrrring!” )

“So, sorry you called for a reason I’m sure…..Ilya’s cousin? Well if it’s okay with Mom I don’t see why not. But is our bathroom big enough for two Banniks?.......He’s a VAMPIRE?!!!!

((so very open for interaction))
grand_fallguy: (Default)
I don't know who that girl was but I hope I don't run into her anytime soon. Even Eleziane wasn't that confusing, or obnoxious.

I can unpack later. Like, maybe tomorrow.

((door didn't shut all the way and he's too lazy to go fix it. Feel free to come say howdy.))
grand_fallguy: (Default)
In an Art imitates life, sort of type of thing Tim woke up saturday morning with a stomach bug that kept him pretty much incapacitated either in bed or in the bath room. my computer decided to be difficult yesterday

He was feeling better now though.
grand_fallguy: (Default)
My head doesn't hurt nearly as much today, and the pain has been getting steadily less. Which probably means that my memory will be returning soon. I went online and found out that when that happens, I'll more than likely not remember these last few days. Now, as much as my confrontation with River was not my proudest moment, the thought of anymore memory loss scares me, so here's a brief rundown of what happened.

I woke up on friday morning with no memory of who or where I was. I found my wallet and ID which answered that question, and found the workshop schedule, which got me to...Applied Dadaism? Very strange group therapy session which I suppose was supposed to help us get it all out of our systems.

It didn't seem to work though, because at the go-kart race that night there was a Jello fight. That may have been weirder if I hadn't already started to figure out what this place was.

I managed to not freak out too many people in my wanderings, until I pissed off River of course. But Gwynn (and we have good taste yes?), Pippi and the asian girl took it all in stride. Now, I figured that this place was either a rehab, or a home for schizophrenics, since what everyone's been saying seems to lead in that direction. Am I right? Guess I'll find out.

If I am here for re-hab, stay on the wagon buddy! If it's for something else, hang in there.
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
Nope. Still no memory. But I do remember what happened yesterday, which is a good sign I think. It means that I'm not still losing memories. Of course this place is still realy confusing.
Well I can lie in bed and brood, or go out and explore, and see if anything comes back. I choose the latter.

anyone wanna come chat before Tim heads out?
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
Okay, my head didn't hurt anymore which was a good thing I think. My neck kind of twinged in protest when I turned my head too far in one direction though. but I kind of didn't worry about that as, I didn't know where I was, how I'd gotten here, or, upon own name.

Well fortunately I'd gone to sleep in my clothes, so my wallet was in my pocket. Okay, name and home address, check.
grand_fallguy: (Default)
"C'mon, pick up....Hobson! Good, glad you're there...I don't know where else you'd be, even Hobgoblin Butlers have social lives don't they? Listen that's not important. Is Yang there? On his way? Good. Okay will my wand, sword, whatever, will it affect ghosts?"

"Hmm, I'm not certain sir. ghosts are not quite Fae."

"yang's a Ghost, and Teleri's almost one."

"A good point sir. I'll have to look into it, the original edition of the instructions are here, as is the customer service number. I shall get back to you on that. Ah, here's Yang."

"Tim! How goes it?! Deflower any virgins yet?"

"I...what? No-"

"Why not?! My beloved Granddaughter's abandoned us both! Move on boy! I have! All those girls you talk about down there and you can't have sex with any of them? I don't think you're trying."

"Honestly I'm not-"

"I just can't help you."

"Yang shut up for a minute about sex. I know it's hard....stop giggling, you know what I mean. I hope you do anyway. Listen, I need an insider's perspective. How do you get rid of ghosts?...No, I am not trying to get rid of you."
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
I considered drinking some, well, a lot of the Elven Wine to make me feel better. But then I decided that I didn't want to feel better.

Monsters? Demons? who needs them when you've got humans?

available for SP
grand_fallguy: (Default)
This better not be a mistake. I pull out the package from Eleziane and pull out a bottle of the wine. I'm often a cautious person, when I'm not feeling apparently suicidal so I make a firm decision. No more than two glasses each.

mostly sp with river, but anyone else (specially Gwynn) is welcome to come chat. or something
grand_fallguy: (Default)
I was tired and confused when I got back to my room after the movies. So I wasn't entirely sure the package sitting on my bed wasn't a hallucination. They seemed to be going around.
But hallucination or not, I opened the box, and found two, dark green bottles within, carefully packaged, with a note.

Dear Dread Tim,
Hobson thought you might like some of this, our finest vintage available. Enjoy.

Foreverly Gratefull,
P.S. Do not tell my father I sent you this.

Frowning, I closed the box again and stashed it under my bed.
grand_fallguy: (Default)
Weird day. The burn on my hand mostly stopped hurting, but my finger still ached. I rinsed off the dried blood from my finger, but the minute I did, it started bleeding again! Was I going to need stitches? Fresh band aid with neosporin, and I flopped onto my bed. First the accident at the diner, then the weirdness with Pippi. Maybe my brain decided to honor the sabbath and not work.

door's open folks!

Dear Tim

May. 19th, 2006 05:32 pm
grand_fallguy: (glittery)
Another day another letter from home it seems. )

Hmm. Unseelie eh? I'd better see what I can do about that. And Hobson might be right about that purification thing he mentioned in his letter. Looks like I'm going back to the weapons locker. First though, I call the number. Not without a bit of hesitation mind you. I just hope this official apology doesn't involve a parade or something. Lord Palamon has the habit of overdoing it sometimes.

Tim has posted a thing on his door saying whether he's in or not. Right now, he's not.
grand_fallguy: (thoughtfull)
"Hey Hobson. Is mom there? yes everythings....fine. I'll tell you all about it later, I've got limited minutes on this card. Just put Mom on."

"Hey Mom! yes I know yesterday was Mother's day, that's why I'm calling."

"Well, to be honest I was a little busy yesterday mom....posessed people. Possible concussion."
"Oh Tim," was all mom said. Great. Just great, she either thought I was crazy again or would pull me out of the school, and despite the crazy, I kinda like it here.
"I'm fine Mom. Some folks needed help, and it was kinda my jurisdiction...Yes one of those possesed was by a Faerie...I didn't know they could do that either...I can't talk long Mom this card might run out. I just called to say Happy Mother's Day. I'll sit down later and write out a detailed report okay? Cause I know everyone else is gonna want to know what's going on down here too...Okay, love you too mom. Bye."

I hung up the phone and laid down on my bed. My head was starting to hurt a little.

[ooc: door's open folks!]
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