Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Will you shut up?

Is it annoying you? I'm not sorry. You know it's happening. Tick-tock.

You're being a fucking pain in the arse.

You could tell everyone.

Nothing to tell, shut up.

Who knew it would be year six?

I'll hurt you.

You'll hurt yourself, first.

That's the problem with hurting you, innit?

[ooc: Both voices are Eden!]

I hope everyone ate plenty. If you didn't get enough leftovers, I made enough to feed a fucking army. I always do.

I like this holiday. I didn't celebrate it until I came here and even then not until Matt taught me about it.

Come over, get some turkey and some bread.

Something-

Does anyone fucking feel that? Like something's crawling up me skin-

What the fuck is that?

Fucking hell, not again-

I was seventeen when I got here. I was a fucking teenager. Now I'm twenty-three and shite, actually, I'm twenty-six, because I spent three years back home dealing with that crap two years back and now-

I'm not the same person I was. How the fuck did that happen?

And don't fucking say I grew up, that doesn't fucking help.

In six months I'll have been here six years. Six fucking years. With a three year break, that's nine years - almost a decade with living with this dimension moving shite.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I'm holding me breath on this.

I've been through this shite before.

Anyone need a pick up?

Good job with all the singing, arseholes.

Hey, this is-

[There's a pause, and a quick intake of breath]

Holy shite.

Did anyone -

Everyone's got these, didn't they? This curse comes 'round every now and then and...

I've never gotten a picture of Matt before.

All right.

You've got a hangover?

Here's what you do. Eat a fry-up. Bread, eggs, sausages, tomatoes, white pudding, mushrooms. I'll be making them.

If you can't handle that eat a few raw eggs, drink some fucking water, and have a few slices of bread. Or a banana.

Can't handle that, then just keep drinking the water.

But if you want a fry up, just come over.

[The voice is a little deeper than usual, gruffer, and definitely not pleased at all]

Fuck this shite.

I've been here five years. Half a bleeding decade - and never once - this is crap! I don't fucking care if it's only a day I want me fucking body back right fucking now!


[ooc: replies from bomblikeaboy]

So wait.

Is this shite done with, then?

Happy Boxing-

[There's a long, long, long pause]

I'm a bit on my ba-

[And another pause. She's drunk.]

Shouldn't 've....had that last beer.

[Where was she? OH RIGHT.]

Quiet December. Did anyone kiss Frankie? No one best have. I'll punch you, I fucking promise. On the nose. Face. Whatever.

Happy Boxing Day, anyway.

I swear to fucking god it's alway the weekend where I need to get shite done-

Okay, fuckers, come on, say your piece already, I'm listening.

Moore, tug your pants up, no one needs to see that.


[ooc: Anything goes!]

[The camera zooms a bit: a giant orange and yellow pile of stuff comes into focus. It is candy corn. It is almost five feet of candy corn, you can tell because it is almost as tall as Eden, who is standing next to it, an expression on her face that says this is my life, welcome.]

I may have bought a touch too much candy.

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.

Happy birthday to Eden.

Can I tell your fortune, City?


[ooc: so - Eden's fae side woke up for the day. She may tell your fortune but it will probably be bullshit, just saying. If you want her to say something true, just let me know!]

I don't want to fucking move.

I'm staying in from work, all right?

Shite, this place. I saw someone talk about how they'd been here four years. I've been four and a half, I think House has been longer, because he was here when I got here. You see a lot of people in four and a half years.

You made a lot of friends. And you lose them, too.

Never thought I'd get soft like this.

I can't believe I miss Nathan Young.

The blood makes it better.


[ooc: Five words....after...sex....]

All right now that shite's sort of calmed down I want to ask something.

With all the people in this place someone has to have the answer:

If you have a boyfriend here and a boyfriend in your world who you can access at all, is it cheating when they both seem to find you on the same weekend?

Matt?



[ooc: annnnyyyything goes!]

So I've a tip. If you turned into an animal yesterday and raided your own fridge, you've got to pay your flatmates for the food you ate.

And also vacuum. Fur everywhere.

[She busts out laughing, though]

There ain't no magic to fix this shite, boyo.

Every single fucking time we get that curse it's fucking confusing. Why the hell does the City care about us going to school so fucking much?

Fuck.

At least this time there wasn't shite about teachers touching students or whatever crap happened last time around.

Frankie it'd be nice if you-

Don't propose, shite.

It was just a curse-