[Hello, City; Roxas looks kind of thoughtful when the video feed of his communicator clicks on. It's another one of those teenager-who-never-was-a-child-asks-odd-questions days.]

So I was thinking...the other day I was buying cupcakes at a bakery and stopped to look at some birthday cakes they had on display. I've never had one of those. Birthdays, I mean, not cakes.

Do you get a birthday if you were never born, just...created? What if you were kind of made from someone else? Do you get your own birthday or your own? Can you just pick one out?

I dunno if there's a right answer. I was just thinking.

Happy Faces: A continuation of the earlier wolf graffiti, this time taking a page from The Howling series?

Since it was done well outside of the property, the 'artist(s)' won't be prosecuted.


( (Private to Solomon Goldsmith) )


( (Private to Dr. Jezebel Disraeli) )

[Eden is sitting on the floor; around her is a pile of munitions: AK-47s, small handguns, bricks of C4 (including one sculpted....into a rabbit.) boxes of ammo, and a few dozen crowbars.]

Damien once told me that young men fight. It's what they do. That if they don't have something to fight for then they'll fight just about anyone, they don't give a fuck.

[She picks up a handgun and unloads it]

I thought he was probably right.

If young men fight, what do young women do?

Everybody's posting such strange things today. I don't understand most of it so I'm kind of just ignoring it for now.

If anyone needs me I'll be up on the roof at my greenhouse for a while after I work on the Library. Then I have to work on my math stuff for Delacroix. I want her to be proud of me.