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[markedphoenix.livejournal.com]

I bet this place would be slightly less boring if there were ever something besides the weather and news on the TV.

I'm considering going back to school, so I've actually got something to do besides training.

i.

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Geez, my life. One moment I'm getting my elegant on in 'Great bloody Britain' (you gotta imagine the toff accent) and the next thing they're telling me cheese ain't the only thing to come out of Switzerland, they also have huge freaking Domeworlds with Dystopia stamped all over them.

The fuck kind of place is this? And more to the point, fake sunlight - how the hell has it not been overrun by vamps already?

Still, free accommodation and internet. No cable but hey, two outta three ain't bad.

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[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

You know, after the shit I went through when I became a grim reaper, being told that you were just a character on television and never really existed in the first place... well, it really wasn't all that fucking surprising. At least, it wasn't for me.

(But I never really existed in the first place if you wanna look at it that way.)

The more annoying part is that I'm pretty much out of a job, unless somebody here has post-it duty, which I doubt, because even then, who would even give the lists to the guy on post-it duty? There's no Jiffy Reap here in Babylon, am I right? Hell, I'm pretty sure there aren't even gravelings here, since I have yet to see somebody get crushed by a piano. No gravelings means no deaths, which means no souls to take, which means no post-its, which means I'm gonna be fucking bored.

(Would they even use post-its here? I bet Google would run their Jiffy Reap via e-mail. Hey, that would give me a bigger excuse to use Excel, and maybe Rube wouldn't be an ass about it. I mean, if Rube were here, he wouldn't be an ass about it. I kinda like this idea. Why is there no fucking reaping here?

Wait, that's right, all of that shit was imaginary. Jesus Christ.)


The food here tastes like ass. I'm not even kidding. My kingdom for the Der fucking Waffle Haus.

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[ofthebirds.livejournal.com]

(*´○｀) Spitfire, I'm coming over to meet your roommate.

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It's difficult at best to believe in God once you're a reaper, Daisy non withstanding, but this almost turns it all on its ear. Thank you.


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I may not be as readily available for our little excursions. I told you about Georgia — she's here now. I'll be needing to keep an eye on her. You understand.


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First meeting of I Died In My Canon is taking place tomorrow at Not Der Waffle Haus, half-noon. Be there if it applies to you. And bring money, I'm not paying for all of you.

Except you, Georgia. The waffles are shit, but they're on me. Free food always tastes a little better, and they need all the help they can get, believe me.

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[actualizing.livejournal.com]

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I guess being fictional means we really can't be together after all. It makes it easier that way... just a little. Just a little, I can pretend that much.


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Am I doing this right? I think so! Hello! Especially to the one I will be rooming with, my name is Toa.

It seems I arrived in time for festivities! There's even a dance? That sounds fun! I hope those that go enjoy themselves. It's nice that you're required to have someone go with you, that way no one feels alone.

I wonder what I could do to help, too? Hmm...