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Phonecall [11 Nov 2004|12:57pm] ( Voicemail for Emmeline ) reply

My Beloved [11 Nov 2004|05:46pm] [ mood | giddy ] Claire littered the bedroom with rose petals. Reds and whites and pinks and yellows. She couldn't decide on a color, so she went with a variety. Yellow roses were her personal favorites, but she didn't really think Nyx would care. The flower petals were the final touch. Earlier she had hung up small twinkling white christmas lights all over the room, on the walls, and the ceiling. She couldn't leave candlelight unattended, so this was the next best thing. Next to the bed, which was adorned in black silk sheets beneath the flower petals, sat a bucket of ice with champagne and two fluted glasses. A bowl of fruits such as cherries and grapes and strawberries sat next to the bucket. The final touch was the envelope. This Claire propped up in the center of the bed for Nyx to find tonight while she was on patrol. Tucked inside the envelope were two tickets to a remote resort in Oregon called Sunriver, and a note. My beloved Nyx, I know things have been crazy busy lately. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? I think we should get away. Just the two of us. I took the liberty of booking us a room this weekend at this Oregon resort. They have horseback riding, golf, fishing, skiing, hiking...you name it, they have it. The room has a King size bed and a jacuzzi. We could just stay inside the entire time, if you want. I just wanted you to know I love you dearly. You are my world, my calm in the storm, my everything. I'll be home soon, sweetheart. Crack open the champagne and wait for me. All my love, Claire reply

And now for something completely different....oh wait, no it's not. [11 Nov 2004|08:28pm] [ mood | predatory ] [ music | The Average White Band-Got the Love ] Life has been...strange lately. Mostly good, but strange. Then again, when should I ever expect anything less? That research paper is done at last, no thanks to Atticus the possessed computer. And no I don't mean that literally though some days I wouldn't be surprised if it happened. This duplex does tend to be a weirdness magent and I'm just discovering how much. So much for our silent but watchful housemates, one of them finally showed himself when I was still spazzing over said research paper. Tavi's an adorable little boy -or would be without that attention-catching wound of his- and so shy I was surprised when he finally spoke to me. Still, he didn't seem to want for much other than some attention and if his companion is the same I doubt we'll have any problems from their end. Connor seems to be twitchy about it but in all fairness, they were here first. And besides, I doubt we'd get anything nicer for such a low rate in town. A ghost boy and guardian cat and a mysterious third...I think I can deal with that. That, and Connor's mother. So she heard the answering machine message...wow. I completely forgot about that, it's not as though we get many calls and my cell phone is usable again so there isn't much need for it. Still, I enjoy those 'what the hell?' messages and incredulous laughter. I'm impressed she took it so well, mine wouldn't have. Likely I'd be getting a 'honey, I think we need to talk' message or the like. As for sis, no comment from her on that but then she has my cell phone number so that was avoided. Probably for the best. And grandchildren, hm? If she calls and I'm the first to answer, I'll just have to tell her we're working on that. Of course I could just be saying this because Connor's probably reading...nah. I haven’t had the luck yet, but just wait… ( firewalled against everyone ) reply

Waking Up [11 Nov 2004|09:04pm] [ mood | determined ] [ music | "Blue"--A Perfect Circle ] ---Non-Journal Entry--- The beginning of the dream never mattered to Shannan. She could never remember it anyways. All the beginning of the dream was a big sense of nothingness. No thoughts. No sounds. No feelings. No light. No dark. She was meditating, and in another state of conciousness. She didn't see the cave, the books, the candle-light, the piles of dust and cobwebs. She never saw him enter. In the dream, she never heard him say, "Honey I'm home." But he did. And in the dream, she simply sensed his presence. She felt a falling sensation, as she opened her eyes to greet him. All three of her eyes... And that was always when she woke up. That was the part that always stayed with her: the creepy sensation of a gooey eye up in her forehead, seeing in a whole new way. Shannan hated it. It made her crazy. As she sat up in her hotel bedroom, she wondered if she was going crazy. She knew, somehow, these dreams were connected to why she didn't have any of her rightful Slayer powers. She couldn't blame the nightmares on the new town, or the awkward bed or the crappy hotel food anymore. Something was definitely up. As she got out of bed, and prepared for her shift, Shannan made a solemn vow to figure out what the hell was wrong with her. And more importantly, find a way to fix it. reply

Last night. [11 Nov 2004|10:45pm] Connor had finally gotten the last of the customers out as it was closing time. He hadn't locked the door yet, and was just doing minor clean up, eager to get back home. Nathan had found himself wondering the streets of Searchligh with a heavy heart, and a headto match. Realizing that he didn't know his work schedule, Nathan decided to stop by the Lighthouse. ( Connor and Nathan finally meet, Dawn joins in. ) Dawn stuck out her tongue at Connor for his remark, though she shrugged her jacket back on, stuffing the cell phone in a pocket. She nodded to Nathan. "It's late, you have an excuse. Besides, I have to kidnap Connor anyway." "My lady's spoken." Connor said, and finished up the last bits of cleaning behind the bar, pulling the keys out of his pocket so he could lock up behind them all. "Well, I guess this is goodnight then," Nathan said, standing to his feet, and grinning at Connor's comment. Dawn grinned at Connor. Not that he wasn't done anyway but it's good to know he obeys. So cute. "G'night, I'm sure we'll see you soon enough." reply

meeting Shannan [11 Nov 2004|11:07pm] [ mood | working ] Another night another shift at the Lighthouse. Not that Connor was complaining. It wasn't as if it was a hard job. He headed in to the place, taking a look around. Shannan, on the other hand, was having a very tough time, indeed. Most days, she seemed pretty good at waitressing. She'd gotten to know some of the locals, memorized the menus, and prepared herself well when she knew it'd be a busy shift. This time, however, she'd been completely unprepared. Maybe it was the nightmares, or maybe it was the hope she had been feeling ever since she met the Slayer, Rhiannon, but something was killing Shannan's concentration. She barely seemed aware of anything around her, only troubling herself to pay attention when patrons started yelling about their orders. Connor eyed the new girl and headed for the bar. Ok, well at least he was getting to meet his coworkers. That was a plus...though this one looked pretty distracted. "Need help?" he asked her when she came close enough so he didn't have to raise his voice. ( helping out ) reply

[11 Nov 2004|11:25pm] [ mood | quixotic ] ( Luck is a mistress ) Well, I must say, the chance meeting was interesting, and turned my luck around. I'm now well enough. Comped room. I'll have to see what I can do for food... Maybe a stroll around the block will be in order. Who knows what other types are walking the streets? reply

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