indesolution

So it's been awfully quiet around here. I mean, aside from random disappearances and the occasional new person. But really that's just a part of everyday life now, isn't it?

I mean, Dante said it earlier it's getting a bit boring around here, but I'm almost worried. Last time it was boring we got zombies.

I sort've feel bad for whoever gets this baby after we do. She's gotten so used to Nero's arm, she might not sleep without him in the room ever again. Of course, if Kyrie lets me we could always put him out for rent.

It took a while, but we've finally gotten all the bits of glass from the front window that got smashed in last week out of the music bins.

At least, all the bits we could see. If anyone stops into Remix, be careful where you put your hands, you may come away with a new cut or two. God knows my hands are all bandaged up.

I'll dive back into it when I go into work tomorrow, just to make sure we eventually get everything. I should probably look into a thick pair of gloves, or something.

I never took my A levels, and I never really expected to go to University, but I'm getting so bored of the routine here I'm thinking I just might. As much fun as I'm having working at Remix, it's getting a bit, well. Tired.

I've got no clue about science half the time, but I had been learning. More on alien stuff, but I guess if I can work out how to pilot the TARDIS I can do anything else.

Christmas was...quiet. Aside from my secret santa's gift and Andrew's cookies (thank you both, by the way) it wasn't much like Christmas, I guess. I got a tree and decorated the apartment, but we just ordered Chinese.

Which isn't so bad, but it's weird, on Christmas.

Anyway, ball's tomorrow, I've gotten my dress, but I haven't met my date yet?

So I got a job.

Some of you have probably been there, but it's this little shop in downtown where they buy and sell used copies of things? Books, movies, music. I've got to say, it's actually brilliant working there. Some of this stuff is old as hell, but I remember when it was new, and it's kind of boggling.

I've actually found some old ratty tapes of the show I'm from. Doctor Who? Although they're from before my time, I guess. It's kind of funny, watching them.

Anyway, if you haven't been there, the shop is called Remix, and you should really stop in for a look.

First they're ripping people out of their natural timelines and doing who KNOWS what kind of damage to the dimensional rift, and now they're giving us the internet or whatever to communicate after being poked and prodded for hours.

They've got some screwed up sense of welcome here.