...I feel like I just took a really long nap.

What the fu-- Anonymous.

In that case? I totally had the last beer.

Funny curse, you guys can't sing, glad I have clothes on now, blah blah blah.

( Filtered to Harry Dresden||Hackable because she never codes shit )

So I'm not as accustomed to being completely naked in public as people might think.

TOP FIVE MOST INTERESTING PEOPLE I'VE MET HERE SO FAR:

1. Harry Dresden [dresden4hire] - Apparently, he's fought demons. In the nude.

2. Henry Letham [is_the_walrus] - But I wonder how long the self-loathing thing can stay fresh.

3. Bob [intellectspirit] - The most charming man here by far.

4. Cat Arthur [theredreaper] - Might be the hair.

5. Max [ratherbelegion] - He buys the alcohol.



....Huh.

Anyway, Mister? That gun thing made my week. Definitely more so than the normal gun.

So...

I need a gun. A weapon of some kind. Or something.

How would I go about doing...that?

Monster scarecrows, alien-looking...things, and Godzilla?

I'm not the biggest sci-fi fan in the world, but this place has more than made up for my almost-death. Of course, I was being a good girl and watching all the action from the window. Some of you people are fucking amazing.

Some of you aren't.

I hope everyone's

Nobody better be fucking dead.

So I'm cured. And it's back to work. Hooray. Really, the next time I see a penis again will be too soon. Sorry, boys.

Okay, now, this music. It's--I can't--It's beautiful but I probably shouldn't go wander and find where it's from, right? But it's so....

[audio]

OKAY, I get it!! It was dumb and immature! I won't ever draw one again! Now can someone please get these outta my room?!

[/audio]

[ooc: Ruthie got bored in her hospital room and found a pen. So she thought it'd be a good idea to draw penises on her napkins, ala Superbad.

Oops.]

[accidental audio]

I don't feel so good.... Not going to work....

[Coughing. Lots of coughing. Phlegm-y coughing.]

What the--

FUCK! EW! JESUS CHRIST--

[Moar coughing.]

...Looks like I'll need to do laundry.

[/audio]

[ooc: D: Ohnoes. Bubonic plague. And she coughed blood all over her sheets. Stay tuned for pus-filled nodes.]

Thanks for the good time yesterday, Bob. You can hitch a ride anytime. I really enjoyed having you inside me.

Hahahah.

Harry, how'd you like that Jack and whipped cream? Tell me you at least got buzzed. If not, I'm going to feel like a failure.

Thank you for the job, Ishiah.

I'm seeing a lot of people squealing and whimpering and exclaiming. Is this a normal thing or is this one of those curses? I'm under the impression everyone here is crazy with or without the curses or whatever, so....

So, I've been informed that I need a job.

I've been bartending since I was old enough to pick up a bottle. Not sure if that's something to be proud of or not, but the point is, I've got experience.

Also, this ticking. It's gotta stop. Anyone looking for a roommate? Or a puppy or a cat I can buy, at least?

So this is it. This is the other side.

All I see is a shitty carousel and all I hear is...ticking. Where did everybody else go? John? Cowboy, is this some kind of joke?

Heh...I guess it figures. I ask for paradise and I get Bakersfield. I gotta get the hell outta this jumpsuit. And a beer. I need a beer. Some bus fare wouldn't be bad either...?