Once more in residence at the Firehouse.

Wards intact.

Three years of peace and the echo of ghosts.

One of the problems with being almost 7 feet tall; besides not fitting on planes, buses, or the trunks of cars very well or finding clothes that fit, is that if you build a snow fort to hide behind, you have to build it rather big. Either that, or just accept the fact that your feet and shins are going to be pelted with snowballs.

I do like the snow though, even if the cold is rather miserable. Snow in the City is especially nice because there are all of 6 cars or so. So it doesn't turn to filthy mush as fast and you don't hear everyone talking about how no one else knows how to drive in snow.

Kate, are you free tomorrow morning? Early morning.

Do people really need a curse to say what they hate? Or WHO they hate? Don't tell me yes. Everyone hates. Everyone lies. Everyone lies about what they hate when they hate it because they hate to hurt people's feelings. What if they cry? Oh no! Dish it. Take it. Own it.

I don't need any curse to say that I hate it when I have a craving for a hamburger on nacho day.

Private to Inarra//Unhackable;
In the mean time, because I'm incapable of speaking to Santa Claus, Inarra Serra you and your space case cancer need to amuse me.
end;

Medical Clinic Filter//Unhackable;
I hate a blank white board. And no, this isn't an offer to play hangman.

Private to Wilson; Unhackable;
I need something to do.

Goodnight, Desai.

Pleasant dreams. Say your prayers and ask the Lord your soul to keep.

We'll see you tomorrow~

[Sitting up on the roof of the temple, Tohru is bundled up in her winter gear, arms wrapped around her knees as she stares off into the sky, watching the clouds. It's a little chilly, but she liked being out here. It was somehow comforting. Although lately she's been going out here to be alone and think, she's not really in the mood to be alone, at the moment. Giving a small smile to the camera next to her, her voice is soft, and calm.]

You know, yesterday everyone felt so angry and negative. It can't really be helped, because it was a curse. People really just find themselves helpless against them, and although it was just something forced upon us and not always our free will...I think it can leave behind lingering feelings every once in a while. Regret, anger, hurt, pain. Overall, it wasn't  the most harmful curse. I think most people can attest to that. But nevertheless it was a curse, and can affect people differently.

It might be nice instead to do something  a little more positive today! Like a game. Even just something small. Say instead of listing off things that make us angry, we could list off the different things that make us happy. Or even say something nice about a friend or acquaintance. Just something to negate any hard feelings from yesterday. It could be fun. I'll even start.

I love my friends and family. They're so precious to me and always around when I need them the most, even when I'm sad. Because of them I know that even if sad or even scary things happen here...I'll be alright. Because I know that I have them to depend on, and all I have to be is myself. It's really something very amazing, and I'll always treasure it.

[Laughs]

And yes. I love kitties too. As well as simple things like occasionally sleeping in, strawberry smoothies, and pressing the little bubbles on bubble wrap and listening to them POP! Ah-! Even though they're a little alarming, too...

As if I'd need a curse for something like this, when I've lived the majority of my life this way.

The anti-hate speeches several people on the netowkr are giving are even more pathetic, since something like that won't work against anyone who is affected by the curse for the day.

[ooc; So late, but pretend this was earlier? Sasuke is unaffected by the curse because he lives by hatred, so he's not bothered by this curse at all. Just getting this up before I sleep, so I'll catch tags in the morning!]

[Voice/Action Post]

[You can tell from background noise that she is walking around, specifically, around her shop. When she speaks, she is clearly angry.] I just don't get it. It's the winter! Shouldn't these plants be dead? I mean, there's just all this green. I've been noticing it since the other weekend. There's just too many trees and bushes, and especially smaller things. They're always underfoot or overhead- I mean, I must've run into four trees toda- [a loud noise of something smacking into something else]

Five trees today! Aren't these things supposed to be bear by now?

[OoC: Hating on plants, due to a certain incident here, that technically has yet to transpire. STFU, it's an ongoing log.]

I don't hate you.

I loathe you.

I hate this place. If you're smart you do too. If you don't? Well, I hate stupid people. Chances are we've spoken at least once before. And if we haven't? There's a 80% chance we won't get along. That's just a guess. I hate math.

There are a few things I can think of that I hate more than I hate the City. I hate those smug ass bitches that left. I hate Bill. And I hate I fucking hate Beatrix Kiddo.

Okay. Seriously.

I went to bed dead. Apparently I went back home. I don't really know how, because I died back home. Then I came back alive and came back here, apparently all in one night.

I WENT TO ROBOT HEAVEN TO GET SENT BACK TO LIFE! WHO THE HELL GOES TO ROBOT HEAVEN THAT'S NOT A ROBOT?!

Not that I'm not grateful for them for bringing me back to life, but that's freaking ridiculous.

Crap, it's a lot colder here than Egypt.

[ooc: Canon updated toward the end of Revenge of the Fallen. He's not dead anymore via a ridiculous set of circumstances.]

It doesn't seem as though the 'deities' have changed at all with the new year. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. They never really change here. But even that's an old saying in a familiar place.

It's strange to think now how peculiar and new and unexpected the City was when I first arrived. It's so familiar now, it's almost like home. Though, of course, it will never really be home.

Anyway, I daresay the City is having a laugh at my expense between being sent an eye and then seeing the City struck blind by a curse. At least it missed me, though it seemed difficult enough for everyone else struck by it. There's something in new in that though: so far as I can recall, I don't know that we've ever had a curse quite like that one in the City.

But what I'll never really understand why anyone would try to fight against a curse like that.

It's not that I say we should all sit quietly by and submit to the 'deities' and their curses--indeed, far from it. I just have to wonder who would be willing to go stumbling about in the streets while literally blind. If you're trying to fight against the 'deities' by going about your ordinary routine, even while blind, I say you're just a fool. What good does it do you to hurt yourself in the midst of that sort of ostensible 'fighting back'? It lets the 'deities' win twice: first with cursing you and then with hurting you. Really, it is their fault, but you'll have to suffer twice for it.

Those mutterings about rebelling against the 'deities' have all gone quiet anymore, haven't they? That was all ages ago anyway. And nothing ever came of it. No wonder people were stumbling around, quite literally as the blind leading the blind a few days ago. If that's your idea of rebellion, I think I'll go about fighting back in my own way, on the days when there aren't any curses. That's my way of doing things: live in between the curses and endure the curses like bad weather or fevers. There are certain curses that are foolish to try to fight against. Blindness is one, the Black Death was another.

Either way, I'll count myself fortunate that that curse missed me--and for more than one reason. On the one hand, I didn't stumble around in the day for an entire day, of course. And that was fortunate enough. But, you know I was very nearly blinded myself once. I probably would have bled to death before I had to endure being blind, of course, but I suppose the spirit of it all was to blind me and have me remember what had happened and what had been done.

If you really want to know the truth, though, it was because I was willing to give up my eyes. I was willing and prepared to trade my eyes for the life of the woman I loved. And I was willing to give them to that mad doctor, my own half-brother, for her life. He made her, after all-- He's never forgiven me, or her, for keeping my eyes out of his hands. In the end, she took her own life for it. And I gave her that blade to protect herself.

I wonder if that sort of story from me even surprises anyone anymore.

Either way, I didn't have to endure the blindness in the City that I might have had to endure in my own world--if he'd succeeded. It missed me again. And now that there isn't a curse, I think I'll live in between the curses.

Rosella, when would you like to test your ice skates? Name the day and, so long as there isn't a curse, I shall be there. I'll just have to find some skates to borrow for myself. I'm sure there are some to be had here somewhere, and easily enough.

And, if the police are still interested in this eye I was sent a few days ago, you had best speak now. He-Who-Kills asked me for it first and I should hate to break a promise to him.

~C.

[ooc: I thought about affecting him with the blindness curse and I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't. IDK. Who wants that eyeball?]

Nothing stranger than waking up to mannequins singing the praise of my snoring.

Really, Edenpshere?

My goodness.

...I don't remember any replays taking place outside the house.

Okay.  What the hell is going on?  Stephen?  Cassie?

...Lee?


[ooc:  Someone has arrived at the cemetery, yay!  He's been updated to about half-way through Smoke and Mirrors, so he thinks he's seeing ghosts.  Come say hi?  Action for anyone in the area, video/voice for those who aren't.]

@ polychromatic:

This LJ has been recycled. If you still have it friended, please remove it for convenience purposes. All logs will remain for reference.

Where do you get rid of broken refrigerators? Mine kind of... exploded.

I can't see anything. I woke up and I couldn't see anything.

I'm trying really hard not to be a big scaredy-cat. It could be just a curse, right? Probably even.

I'm glad I'm in my house because it's tiny and I can mostly feel my way around. Still... I'm afraid to try and make myself anything warm. I guess I'll just sit on my bed and try not to be too scared.

And hope midnight comes soon.

( Letter to Kaguya; Off-Network; )

HAPPY NEW YEARS, EVERYONE!

I hope... everyone had a fun time! At least... it looked like everything was really lively! I even stayed up for it- which... I mean. I'm allowed to now, so.

And... this year, too. I'd like to have a party for everyone on the new year- ah, the Chinese one, not the Britannian one! With the math... I did it last year... because it's supposed to be 2019 by the a.t.b. calender... and so it's 2010 for most people here, because 2009 was what most people told me last year, and it was 2018... So, it's the Year of the Tiger! If anyone wants to help... I'd appreciate your assistance, please!

Oh, and my birthday, too, again- I guess it doesn't really count, my birthdays here... because... I turned fourteen here before, so this would be fifteen...

But I guess... I really don't feel fifteen, when I go home, and everyone thinks I'm just almost fourteen. Well. That's just as good, I think.

Underground's New Year's celebrations were very lively. Apparently, changing of the decade coupled with a blue moon is a highly important observance - there was practically a party around very corner down here. Alcohol and other fluids flowed well after midnight.

I heard the City had...fireworks.


( (Millennium filter/Unhackable) )

Okay, okay. Just... there's your board. Now put your front foot about two inches behind the front trucks, at a little bit of an angle.


Behind the what? You mean like this?

The truck the- the things the wheels are attached to are called trucks.

Oh. ...Er, of course. So I need to put one foot...here?

Yeah, perfect. Now put the other foot on the tail, slightly at an angle.

>And the other...back here, then. Just like that?

Perfectly, so just stand there like that for a second, don't shift your weight or anything, okay? Just get used to standing on the board.

Well, all right. But I feel a little ridiculous, you know.

That's not the skateboard's fault. Now, I'm going to have you push off in a second, okay? When you're riding, bend your knees a bit so you're lower to the ground.

So it's like Rollerblading. But with only one foot, and the wheels don't stay with your feet.

Now put your back foot on the ground toward where you want to go, gently push off, then put it back on the board and coast.

My back foot on the ground...and then I just pu--oops!

Whoa, whoa, hey!

[The sound of two bodies colliding and then the transmission ends.]

[ooc: Regular text is Sam, pink is Rosella.]

I hope everyone's happily celebrating the New Year! Though the City can, at times, be quite unbearable and dangerous- there are times like now where we may enjoy ourselves with our friends and family.

Unfortunately, it seems I've been barred from the kitchen. However, I did manage to cook something up before then.

( Action for pimp flat )

[ooc | Backdated to perhaps and hour or two before the New Year \o/]

[private; unhackable]

Orihime - ||||
Ichigo - |
Ishida - |
Kuchiki - |||
Asano - ||

Motherfucker-- Shit. Can't even sell them. Fucking ass.

[public;]

Happy New Year to all us unfortunate idiots still in this place. And good riddance of the lucky bastards who found the door out.

[ooc; Y U ALL LEAVE HER BAW. Also, score, Karakura's veteran in the City.]

( Private to self//unhackable )

( Filtered to Tatsuki//unhackable )

( Filtered to Watanuki//unhackable )

....Happy New Year, everyone.