Dread And Puissant Champion of The Fae

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.

Duct tape + flashlight + baseball cap = miner's helmet lamp.

( Dear mom )

It was a nice night.

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

The story tonight made me think of people, Human and otherwise that I hadn't thought about in at least a week.
Everynow and then when I was a kid I'd sit up on the roof of the building watching the sunset. Usually when I was wishing Dad were around, or later, pining for the Lovely and Aloof T'ing Hau Kaplan.
I missed the sunset, so instead I decided to do the star gazing thing.

would welcome and interruption.

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 T'ing, )

Damn that took a long time to write.

you ain't kidding tim

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.

After returning to my room, I found nametags and a sharpie awaiting me. "Well that was thoughtfull."