Luke Valentine
23 September 2012 @ 09:44 am
 
Numerous skirmishes took place all over yesterday. But this [Turns video on to show a scene both lovely and disturbing.] indicates one turned into a full out war.

Going upstream, found the battleground. Rather odd how almost pristine it is with new fallen snow and not a body or weapon to be found anywhere.


(Private to Hatter) )
 
 
Current Location: Somewhere in the Forest
 
 
Eden Mac Cionaoith
23 September 2012 @ 10:33 am
 
I don't know if you figured this out, but everyone stunk yesterday. Like shite. And the walls didn't help, only made it stink worse. Suppose the cursed didn't notice, right?

I'm taking a week off before October starts. No sense in not before everything gets busy at the hospital.
 
 
"ѕтιleѕ" ѕтιlιnѕĸι - тeen wolғ
23 September 2012 @ 12:27 pm
[ Clearly somebody hasn't realised their device is recording, if the awful rendition of a Katy Perry song is anything to go by. The video barely shows the shadow of the culprit, occasionally catching the way the singer accentuates the words by waving his arm around, a half full bottle of Jack clutched in his hand. ]

Ba-dum, badum, something something last friday night. [ Then he launches into a fit of giggling that could rival anyone, because a drunk Stiles (who else could it be?) is an insanely hyper one. ] Hey, why are you flashing me? I mean at me. Not ... You can't wear a trenchcoat, we're fine.

[ The device is picked up, but he's pretty wasted so it's not exactly steady. At least now it shows the park behind him and where he's sprawled under a tree, jacket punched up to act like a pillow. ] Shh. Stop doing that. I don't know what you want.

[ Frowning as he takes another slug of the whiskey and then -. ] Oh crap, recording. [ Which means he pretty much flails and tosses the device across the grass where it lands camera down. Though you can still probably hear the laughter. ]

(( ooc: forward dated to a reasonable time of evening? someone is enjoying his new freedom. ))
 
 
Amy Pond
23 September 2012 @ 05:20 pm
No curses and the weather's still sort of all right. That calls for one thing and one thing only. ( Amy's grinning broadly, turning the device so her location becomes obvious: she's at the beach.

Someone's been building a bit of a bonfire, there's a wild assortment of beach chairs and blankets, bottles.
)

Got alcohol, blankets and s'mores. So, who's up for a bit of a party?

Oh, and while I'm at it. Opinions on clichés, go. Utter nonsense or there for a reason? What d'you think, City?