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| [Monday, December 17, 2007 at 3:15 am] |
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| [Sunday, January 14, 2007 at 10:58 pm] |
Subject: ![[info]](http://img.greatestjournal.com/community.gif) free_form 2011: The Year Of Death And Cher - Same Thing, Right? |
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'She's Got The Look' - Roxette |
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Well, guess that solves our little household mystery.
You know the one. Two entities who wouldn't be caught dead (or whatever) snagging the same raffle ticket, let alone working together in pursuit of a common goal, somehow deciding to do just that and trash Darkness Central.
Call me psychic, but I think that recent death-and-lightshow we just had probably gave upstairs a few clues. God knows what, but, y'know, less paperwork for me. I can deal.
It did spice up the Christmas office party a few notches, though...
Rogerson had bowel hair. Hah.
Oh. One of Metzger's lab pets got released into the air conditioning system as a prank. There'll be hell to pay, I'm sure. There'd better be - hasn't mauled anyone, but the damn thing keeps piping Cher's greatest hits into every office above third floor.
Ergo, mine.
Yeah, you little furry bastard, two can play at that game... |
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| [Tuesday, October 17, 2006 at 3:19 am] |
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| [Saturday, September 16, 2006 at 9:35 pm] |
| Subject: free_form Back To The Neon Slaughterhouse |
Well, I guess that's one way to get me back to Vegas...
Mind you, it's not purging season yet. Guess something big and nasty decided to get stupid. Death toll's through the roof - and I mean that literally: Jenkins apparently got his dream to make a splash in Las Vegas, the hard way.
The last I heard, they're putting it down to 'localised geological disturbances'. Yeah, that's right. Walking, telekinetic 'geological disturbances' who just so happen to sound exactly like gunfire. Can't wait for the Discovery Channel to do a special on one of those...
So, in among all the damage limitation and heartfelt apologies to the bereaved (good luck trying to sue those 'geological disturbances', guys), Wolfram and Hart puts out a recommendation (better known as the 'get-your-ass-back-to-the-neon-slaughterhouse-or-we-conveniently-forget-about-your-pension' clause) for a few of their best and brightest to come over and make up the numbers again.
Speaking of which, ole' 'Josephine Mengele' herself was apparently asked to set up shop here, too. Can't say I was exactly thrilled about her coming along, but what ya' gonna' do, huh?
Eh... The building's large enough. Maybe even Metzger'll learn how to have fun?
Heck, maybe if she was here, whatever did this would've had second thoughts. |
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| [Monday, August 14, 2006 at 3:15 am] |
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| [Tuesday, February 14, 2006 at 7:09 pm] |
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| [Monday, February 6, 2006 at 3:31 pm] |
| Subject: tainted_ground Notes |
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Move into new apartment? Check!
Proceed to secure all outstanding business client arrangements? Check!
Negotiate a potential deal with a foxy young thing who can entrance and distract every male within a visual radius? Oh, yeah! Check, checkety-check-check-check and check-double-check again!
Oh, sure, I get to deal with lowly traffic stuff, but soon we're moving back into the big leagues again, sister! In Buffalo! Fuck, yeah and woo, with a side-dish of fiery etcetera!
PS: I think I might've had too much coffee.
PPS: Davison's got a plasma screen - with real plasma! No way! Man, I bet Jill'd electrocute herself trying to suck that thing dry...
PPPS: Oops, too late. 'Nocturnal clients'. Whatcha' gonna' do, eh? |
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| [Friday, February 3, 2006 at 4:32 am] |
| Subject: tainted_ground "But Mooom! Hannibal Lector Won't Come Out To Play...!" |
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Well, it's not too bad...
Sure, there's not the pretty lights, they've got an utter lack of regard of taste (still trying to absorb there being a sports team named the 'Buffalo Bills') and it's kinda'... Urban... In that vaguely run-down, let's-tarmac-everything-in-'West-Side-Story'-tribute-style way... But I think I could at least make a go of it.
Plus, NYC only a few hours' drive away.
Seems I was right about the workload. It's not so much the local mortality rate, as what's going on under the sheets, as it were. Lot of hidden stuff - and we get to be a part of it, kids! Won't that be fun?!
Yeah and a shitload of court cases on the side... Le sigh. Although, on the bright side, you can get to choose who on the jury gets eliminated first.
You think I'll get an accent? I think I'll get an accent. A few other new faces here, so I'm not quite sure what language the natives speak, but I've got a feeling that before the month's out, I might be all, "Tawkin' like dis! 'Ey! Y'know, 'cause I wuz tawkin' to my boooss the udder day an' I wuz all, come awwwn, Marvin! 'Dose crazy kids won't get arf 'da lawwwn!"
God, I hope not...
If things get that bad, I'm putting myself on the voluntary sacrifice list. |
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