[ fifty-one ]

[fatespoken]

∞ [ private to self][ not hackable ]

[ as noted on a private entry on his device ]


TO BUY:
→ Cat Food
→ Ledge?
or
→Picture Frames
→ Captain Morgan
→ Gloves

[ on the table in his living room, placed on top of a photograph there's small sheet of paper covered in neat handwritten print— ]


Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me,
Whispering, I love you, before long I die,
I have travel’d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look’d on you,
For I fear’d I might afterward lose you.

(Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe;
Return in peace to the ocean, my love;
I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated;
Behold the great rondure—the cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
As for an hour, carrying us diverse—yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
Be not impatient—a little space—Know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the
land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)

-- that's the one you liked, wasn't it? I remember.

[/private]



∞ [ private to peter pevensie ][ not hackable]

I found a picture of yours.

[/private]



∞ [ private to shilo ][ not hackable ]

Hey, Shilo. I think I have something that belongs to you.

[/private]



∞ [ private to adrian veidt ][ not hackable]

If you want it, I'll drop it come pick it up tomorrow. Otherwise it's going in the trash.

[/private]



∞ [ private to eden ][ not hackable ]

I have one of your pictures. You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. I'll slip it into your mailbox, otherwise.

[/private]


Wasn't that bad of a curse this time around, assuming you aren't some type of water creature. I'm referring to the deluge of photos, not the collective fashion disaster. For all their misgivings and idiotic April Fools jokes, you have to at least admire the ingenuity of some of their tricks. The logistics of plucking specific memories from an entire City full of people, transposing them photo form is hardly simple. To stick their hands into our brains, so many brains, without fucking anything up, admittedly takes skill.

Still, most of their tricks are moronic and pointless.

A LATER EDIT: No, it's not 80's night at the Blue Light. No, you won't get a discount if you come in costume.

[ ooc: Backdated to Saturday around 7 PM? The links in the private entry are real links, except pretend they are from stores in the City.

He is also cursed and currently dressed in gray ACID (sob typo) wash jeans, chucks, oversized sweatshirt, and eyeliner. If you are a Broo Lightian, you are free to comment log. And laugh at the fact that his balls can't breathe. DX Yes, even his hair has more body. ]

Comments

[fatespoken]

I'm certain they wouldn't like it, Ginny. Even with a reason.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

They'd like it even less if I pointed my wand at a coworker. But if it's no magic you want, my punches are about as good as my jinxes. It just isn't as fun.

[fatespoken]

Well, aren't you an aggressive little thing. Your boyfriend must enjoy getting whipped.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Not that he's my boyfriend at the moment, but Harry can take care of himself. As if I could forget it. And so can I.

[fatespoken]

... I didn't mean it that way.

[ Right, she's from a secret society in England. Don't forget about that. ]

I mean he likes being-- or liked being controlled by his girl.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[Insert loud snort here.]

Oh Merlin, please.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Why, speaking from experience, Felix?

[fatespoken]

Hardly.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Not like you'd say yes if you were, anyway. Surprise, surprise.

[fatespoken]

You've got me worked out completely, Ginny.

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Not as much as I'd like. Though the last curse definitely helped me out some.