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[Mostly, this is here because Julien's journal is like, empty. Also because Star forgot the password to the NPC journal. AHAHAHA -- yes.

This is the post for that egregious three-day excursion to America in which there are panic attacks and rapists and -- well, there's supposed to be a weapons presentation somewhere in here, but I'm sure most people are far more interested in the in-between.

Unless you're ... not.

Anyway, mingle, mix, be molested friendly -- or not-so-friendly. PLOT WILL HAPPEN AT RANDOM IN YOUR THREADS. Look for that. Pay attention.

Otherwise, run, be free, wreak havoc.
]
*This is a generic post for bothering. Yes, there is one on nearly every one of Jess's characters. Time, place, you know the drill.

Well, someone has to keep this place from dying, even if it's impossible.

MAKE SURE YOU IM JESSI TO TELL HER YOU TAGGED. SHE HAS NO ALERTS. And you have no excuses.
*

May. 3rd, 2008

Light and fragile, and feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful, the sun shining through
And the only time that she touches ground
Is when that little bird dies ...
Zero.

I will get my machine back.

EVENT POST \\ Oh, right. This.

*Julien's in his office-slash-lab-slash-torture chamber, working in front of several computer monitors. There, now you can come yell at him.*

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