Owl to Mr. Wednesday

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

As much as I love Near, and as much as he's being very supportive and very loving, I know he's pissed at Matt. Talking to him about Matt isn't really possible. Not that I really blame him for how he feels, but I do need to talk to someone. There's things I need to get out of my head. Talking to L isn't really an option. We still really only get along in the dojo when we're fighting. Kusu's a good teacher, but I don't really know him that well. A's definitely out. Kurama's still a little too new, though I will take up his offer to hang out some to give Near some time to rest.

Mr. Wednesday is actually the first person I thought of, but I...I'm not sure if I can really bother him about this. Part of me thinks he already knows, part of me is leery of approaching him. It's not for any specific reason. Maybe it's just that if I talk to someone outside 'our group,' it'll make the whole thing more real.

I still haven't gone to see Matt's name myself. I'm not ready. But, I need to talk. I need to get some things out of my head so they stop getting bigger and bigger. I know Near's told me this isn't my fault, that he won't leave or if he has no choice, he'll try to tell me, but the fears are still there.

Explaining to Near that I need to talk to an 'old wise guy' isn't too bad. He knows that Wednesday has helped me before and I think he's a little relieved, too. When I'm up to it, I'll definitely need to let him know how much I appreciate him.

So, writing the note is actually the hardest part of this. I send it via house elf because I don't want to run across people on the way to the owlery.

Mr. Wednesday,

I recently received some rather painful news. If you have time, could we talk?

M

Still rather abrupt, but I've never been a long letter writer and I'm definitely not up for written pleasantries right now.

(no subject)

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

After Ofdensen snuck out of the Hospital Wing (it was nothing against Professor Snape, he's just not the type to hold still when there's work to be done), he made a stop by the Popcorn Room.

Nathan, Pickles, and Skwisgaar were still on the popcorn plaque.

Toki and Murderface were not.

Whether that meant that they were still the Toki and Murderface of a few months ago or not was still in question. For all he knew, the last thing that happened to them was the Dethwater concert, not the disaster at Mordhaus.

He had already owled Matt requesting his services, but the owl returned with a note scrawled that Matt had popped. Ofdensen was disappointed, but he knew other NPC hackers.

Aayla was not on the plaque. That was reassuring.

But first things first. Toki and Murderface.

( Owl to Toki and Murderface )

Monsters and dinosaurs and trilobiotes, oh my! ((Open))

[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

Alan Grant had been so caught up in Chance Silvey's nightmares that he'd left the door open to his own. Gasping for breath, he thrashed against an invisible monster before realizing that he was fighting against his own blankets. There was nothing else in the room with him.

Throwing off the blankets, he grabbed his watch off the stand and found that it was nearly two in the morning. Grant glanced at the empty half of the bed, and wished that he hadn't been sleeping alone tonight. His shoulder ached with the ghost of pain from his dream, and the image was still so vivid that he knew he wouldn't be sleeping for a while.

It was too late to talk to anyone he knew, and too early to call it a morning and start on his day. So instead he decided on a compromise, where he could continue his night with food and a hot beverage, and talk to complete strangers. The Great Hall usually had both at all hours of the day.