Dread And Puissant Champion of The Fae

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.))

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.

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 reflection...my 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.

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

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

Frowning, I closed the box again and stashed it under my bed.

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.