I uh, don't really know if America has a thing where they play tricks on people for the New Years, like April Fools, but... Rummy's been acting like he doesn't know me, or rather... kicked me out of the house thinking I was some sort of terrorist or burglar, I'm not sure I understood what he was yelling. And Triana acted pretty much the same, and I called JT and he kept telling me that I probably had the wrong number.

So if this is some sort of game, or I woke up in bizzaro world where no one knows me then I'd like to go home now.

Please?



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The Mentok anomaly has been resurrected again: If you're not familiar with how that works pretty much Mentok lets out a mighty belch of forgetfulness where either playing characters or retired characters lose their memories, not to say they have complete amnesia but people and events become fuzzy. It's your choice whether to have your character forget or not regarding the recent player lost, but their characters (as they no longer have players) have lost all memory of your characters.

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So... uh, Rummy's birthday is on Sunday. I know it's pretty close to Christmas so he doesn't really care about it, or... ya know, tell anyone. But I think it'd be nice to drag him out to dinner with his friends at least.

What do you guys think?

[locked to JT]

I kinda need to talk to you about something.

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First off; Turducken? Best thing in the entire world. I'm not kidding, I think I can die a happy person. It's just... good, oh man. You have no idea. Unless you were at Rummy's last night, then you do have an idea.

Jesus... fucking, so good. Just, holy shit.

Second; I... can't remember what else I was going to say. But, oh my god Turducken. <3

Oh yeah, the United States are awesome for having a holiday where all you do is eat all day long. Go America!

So the garage at work exploded. I guess the new guy cut a gas line, or was smoking while changing the oil... or well, whatever happened, they're still looking for the rest of him. So I have the rest of the week off. Probably gonna take that time to buy Christmas gifts since even though it's a ways off, with my luck I'll get distracted, or someone will get kidnapped... or aliens will invade and I won't get it done in time otherwise. So uh... wanna go to the mall Triana?

This time of year is always sort of exciting, I don't know if it just reminds me of being a kid because back then the holidays really were the best time of year, especially when the snow came because it meant you didn't have to go anywhere and left all day for playing. And there were always things like hot cocoa or cider and those delicious all day stews with fresh bread. Part of me sorta misses home more than usual too, but at the same time it's so much easier to be grateful for what I have now; I mean... I have a roof over my head and a warm bed, I never have to worry about being hungry or even lonely because of the friends I've made that I know would do anything for me as sure as they know I would do anything for them too.

I know it's easy sometimes for the winter to bring people down, because sometimes it's easier to think of what you don't have rather than what you do... sometime I'm guilty of not fully appreciating everything, I know this and maybe that's the kid in me too. And maybe this time of year makes people unhappy because it makes other people happy, they look and they see that those people have things they don't have, and if it's the time of giving and getting then why shouldn't they have it too? It makes me a little sad to see how people can ruin things for themselves by only focusing on what they want and not what they have. Man who cares.

Anyway, so... what's everyone doing for thanksgiving?

So it's hard to explain to the police how I have a knack for stumbling across things like drugs and dead bodies. Also, I'd like to know what it is with me that I'm the one that always ends up finding severed things in trunks...I should probably explain;

I went to work this morning and my boss tells me a couple of guys had their cars brought in, nice cars too... one's in for engine work and one's in to replace a flat tire, so I'm workin on one and I start smelling something weird and I sniff around a little bit and find that there's one of those pull away floors in the back seat and hey! It's full of cocaine. And I'm thinking "Nah, what idiot takes a car full of drugs in to get it fixed?" So I lean back and hit my elbow on the door and the plastic molding pops off and more drugs fall out. Curious, I start taking the car apart and wouldn't ya know it? Packed full of the shit-- Right about then when I got a good pile going my boss walks by, and somewhere in all the shouting, swearing and 'oh my god' I got the message he wanted me to put it back. It takes awhile but I get it back in just in time for the guy to call and says that he brought in wrong car and not to mess with it. Okay fine, I can shrug that off. Then I'm working on the other car and "What the fuck is that smell?" Anyway we don't have a spare tire to fit so I check the trunk to see if they got one. Nope, nothing back there --but that smell. So I pull up the lining in the back and Oh hey.... duffle bags! And inside? Yeah... hooker heads. Fuck this, they don't pay me enough so I'm walking to my jeep when the cops pull up. And I spent my afternoon filling out police reports.

Also I'm still trying to figure out what to do for the holidays, I realized there's a lot of people around that really don't have much of a family to spend it with, or don't get along with the ones they have.... which is sort of unfortunate.

Oh, Amarao I forgot to give you the cord that goes along with the rest of your birthday present, and I owe you icecream... or cake, or icecream cake.

It's about that time of year to terrorize Miss Vanhausen's lawn, if you've met the women you understand why this needs to be done. This year we managed to gather all the gnomes from the neighborhood (along with a plastic squirrel, a... unicorn that Rummy found and a ceramic frog with a banjo) and went ahead and threw a gnome rave right off her front porch. I had taken pictures but lost the camera in effort of escaping being shot at with a semiautomatic.

We also acquired a small uh... baby rabbit that needs a home, or a stew... or something, since Rummy keeps coddling it and we can't figure out where it came from.

Miss Fujiko, should I come over sometime and help you figure out our costumes? Mine should be pretty easy shouldn't it? See I was worried for a second when you said you'd decided, I thought you'd make me wear something embarrassing, but I guess I can handle fake ears.

Oh, Mr.Amarao I hope you're feeling better. It was nice to have gotten to meet you though, hopefully next time we go out drinking we'll take it a little easier.

I guess everyone survived the party. Seems the consensuses was from a reputable source that it was pretty gay... which isn't surprising I guess. [private] considering the host. [/private]

I actually got to spend the night with some friends, I might be a little fuzzy on what happened but someone else's fancy car is in the driveway and there's an expensive looking ladies dress in the back seat.... so I'm just going to assume I kidnapped Fujiko or something-- and hope it doesn't come back to bite me in the ass. .... I should probably go find my Jeep.

And I guess I should probably clear up the whole Pip thing for his sake... since nothing actually happened, It was a prank to just get him all riled up (that now apparently I'm glad I didn't get shot in the head for) So...uh... sorry?

First off if you haven't already eaten the cookies the hairball brain'd pussy made then don't, just throw them away. Seeing as how they're drugged.

Pickles... just go ahead and eat them, I know you will.

I would have warned everyone earlier but I've been out on damage control with Rummy over at Triana's house since her toilet's been trying to eat her.... and her closet lives in her TV... however that works.

Cat. This had better have been an stupid (and I mean real stupid) accident or so help me...

I think I have a lot to apologize for, or rather people I need to apologize to--

And I'm glad things turned out mostly okay. Sort of suprised everyone showed up actually, you guys really have damn good timing! (unfortunaly I missed most of it, but Pip and Rummy filled me in.) Is everyone else all right?

Hey, Pickles... I'm sorry I missed your birthday, I'll bring your present over sometime this week.

[Locked to the usual runnin' crew]

I think we need to track down that cat before she causes any more trouble.

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Had a long night, gonna be in my room for awhile.


... fuckin' hate cats.

So i've been spending the week with Miss Fujiko here at Mordhaus...a lot of fun actually, she really is much nicer than I think anyone gives her credit for. Though I think she has a bit of a shopping problem. ( I mean really, I've spent most of my time in department stores I can't even pronounce the name of.) Though we did go to the park, and to some island which had a pretty awesome beach, and... uh... octopus creatures which I could have gone with out having to meet. I also found they have a dojo here, which I'm sure the band has never touched and I library that I think only Miss Nanao knows about.

I've been sort of keeping an eye on the door that leads to the Venture place, just because I guess there's a lot of weird stuff going on over there, I mean, they kicked out Triana and her dad, and Mr. White said something about a hostile takeover... seems like bad news if you ask me, but I'm under the impression that all scientists are sort of crazy.

Rummy, I...uh, might not be home after the weeks up, I sort of lost track of time and I think it's better if I head down to Germany for a couple of days, ya know... since you've got people over for awhile. So I guess I'll see you when I get back. Oh! I got Ed some mace since he's so irresistible to kidnappers and all, it was sort of a joke but now in retrospect I think that was a bad idea... so if you could get that away from him before he gets himself in the face with it, that would probably be for the best.

I never thought much on it before, but do think having past lives is possible? I mean...I don't even think I believe in reincarnation ... but once in a while I have those dreams, ya know? Like where you're someone else in a different time and place but things are so vivid it feels more like a memory?

We use to have a guy in our unit that interrogated people, he could do that thing where he hypnotized you and made you more susceptible to suggestion ... of course he believed in that sort of thing, he'd have people saying all sorts of stuff, remembering events in childhood, things people said to the word years before. He'd tell us being half-rat is better than being a coal miner (he also said he was a painter and a doctor once), he'd also say that you were drawn to the people you knew in your past lives too because somewhere in your subconscious you remember them, and that's how it's so easy to get along with some people that aren't even your type, and not with others that you, by all rights, have no reason not to. And that's why, if you meet someone for the first time-- and you're damn sure you know them from somewhere... it's because you knew them before. Weird right?

Dunno if it's worth finding out though, I mean, what if you were some great person in the past... would you feel that you weren't accomplishing as much now? Or if you were some sort ruthless murderer, should you feel guilty? Maybe the lives were leading now is because of things we did in the past, karma or whatever it's called, sins might take more than one life time to atone for, or good deeds take generations to properly reward.

... or I could just be spending too many nights awake watching the history channel, feel free to disregard this.

I think there may have been a slight misunderstanding at some point.

Everything's been cleared up though, I'm back in Germany for a little while... sorry if I missed anyone's calls, been sort of busy.

Oh, Rummy's here too, we're baby sitting apparently, kid's supposed to be Jesus or something, I dunno.

Beings a dog-people is wierd but reallys I don'ts mind it thats much. I feels that I has the connecntsions with the yard wolveses that I never has before. Last night I goed with them and we kills a deer! Is so brutals. I peeds on probablys...a billion trees. I gots to. So then that everybodys will knows thats what is mine.

And smellings! You dosen't know all the things that you never smelleds until you knows them. Even things what I dosen't think even gots a smell! I cans tell when somebodys's is coming and evens you can know things like what did they eat. I loves it! I just wants to go and...and run around everywheres and sees everybodys! Lets plays ball! Who wants to plays ball? I do! Or digs a hole even maybes! C'mon, let's do's it, somebodys!

They're... everywhere! I don't even know what to do, been fighting them for hours!


Send for back up!

Well, between Triana's possession and Rummy's 'accident', February's been a pretty hectic month, I think we're about due for a little peace and quiet.

Winter is also being pretty stubborn, I'm looking forward to everything finally thawing out and maybe we can finally work out that 'road trip' we've been talking about. Or... start pirating. Or both, anything to get out of the house for awhile. I should probably go visit the gang up in Germany again and get fitted for whatever it is I have to wear for the wedding. Which is still a weird thought, but hey, whatever makes them happy. I don't even know when it is. Have you guys even set a date yet?

Oh! Pickles, the Boss found your imp, apparently it's back at the hotel. And Triana, I think I managed to fix whatever was wrong with your car. It's running at least.

[Locked to Rip]

Hey, thanks for helping me out the other night. I really appreciate it.

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I'm not so sure I like those online quiz things, if you fill out the answers too honestly they keep ending up "Well, good luck ever getting a girlfriend like that, Pal!" I mean, it's not like I'm after a girlfriend, but I'd like to think I'm not that appalling to women.

Oh, so I got a job at as a mechanic up at the place by the Mall, I was a little worried because I don't really have any sort of identification, or a green card... but as a benefit I have Ed as a friend, and his Grandfather owns... just about everything around here. Trouble is most of the other guys that work there look liked they'd spent more time in prison than out of it and are built like Ron Pearlmen on steroids.

Otherwise it's been quiet around here.

So Rummy went down to Mississippi for the week and dropped me off at Ed's place to supposedly stay out of trouble for a few days. Uh... we're in the hospital now waiting to get discharged, hopefully before he gets home tonight. At least they have wifi here. I'm not supposed to have my laptop out because it could throw off some of the equipment, luckily the nurses are so enamored with Ed right now they're not paying any attention.

All right, story time,even if I'm not very good at telling them.. but this was weirder than one of those bad action movies that never made it to theaters.

So I'm over at Ed's, putting my Jeep back together (since it's still in pieces from the whole bug incident) and Ed restless over this whole business in Mississippi with this woman he served with who was thinking she's had his baby. So he suggests we drive up to New York and hit a few 'good' bars, maybe pick up some ladies because apparently they're prettier up there (mind you I'm paraphrasing because I still can't understand half the things he says to me.) I finally agree and we take his SUV and it's a pretty quiet trip, and we settle into a really nice hotel in Manhattan because Ed's Grandfather knows the owner; fancy too, like the room is larger than the house I grew up in, and they have a bar in there too, and everything smells like fresh linen and over ripe fruit. (And I'm nearly speechless because I was sort of a small town boy and have never seen a building over six stories.) We get a buzz started at the hotel, then take a cab to China Town since Ed's in the mood for something more exotic.. and this is where is starts getting weird.

(I'll even start a new paragraph for this) So we're settled into this sushi joint I won't touch the stuff since I refuse to put anything in my mouth that may have had tentacles once And Ed's getting cozy with a pretty asain woman named Mai and I'm trying to make polite conversation with her friend Ling who keeps pouring us both sake and soju-- and then these four guys just bust in with guns. Which by then I'm drunk enough to find that funny, and Ed's not paying a bit of attention but Mai goes ghost white and rambles something off about how those guys are after her, and we need to get the fuck out of there now (at that point she lost her charming Asian accent) They spot her, and we go tumbling to the back door with them after us, and I don't know what they're thinking because they're shooting and Ed thinks that would be a brilliant time to realize what's going on so he's shooting back and somewhere between all the screaming and the windows shattering we make it to the parking lot. It takes us exactly four minutes to realize why we can't find the car, and exactly two for Ed to break into a new one and hot wire it. Luckily it took the gunmen that six minutes to get through the hysterical crowd to get back outside in time for us to peel out of there.

(Right now Ed's reminding me to point out how awesome he was 'busting caps in those mother fucker's asses' ) Anyway Mai directs us to the docks, because she knows of a safe place to lay low for awhile, so we park and wait for awhile and... well I'm not going to go into how Mai wanted to thank us for our help, lets just say it didn't take long for Ed to find out that she was uh... actually a he. So ten minutes of awkward silence between us, and I pop the trunk to the car because I keep smelling something weird, and there's nothing back there but a duffle bag-- only it smells like blood and cheap perfume but I hardly realize it in time for Ed to open it and-- well he goes to throw up, which is probably one of the best reactions to have when finding a bag full of severed hooker's heads. Turns out in a weird twist of fate the car we'd stolen belonged to the gunmen who were after Mai. Quickest I've ever sobered up. So I go to calm Ed down, and this car pulls up. Well Mai figures it's the friends that she.. er he called, only it turns out to be those same guys that were after him/her...whatever. So they start shooting again and we're scrambling and Ed's shooting back and I didn't bring my sword with me so I have to go at one bare handed, luckily it's dark as shit and that gives us the advantage. I actually don't remember much of the fight, but at some point I got hit and cracked my skull on the hood of the car.

When I come to we're driving again, and Ed's screaming bloody murder about ... god knows what, and the inside of my mouth tastes like something died in it, and Mai's screaming back and we have to be going at least a hundred because the buildings whizzing by outside the windows so fast that it's a blur of lights. I managed to sit up and ask what happened, and I guess Ed thought I was dead or something because he just looks at me and start's crying... and I don' t know how he got his big ass in the back seat so fast, or if my ribs were cracked before he hugged me.

We ended up at the police station, since, you know, Ed's Grandfather has connections everywhere. And we're apparently heroes for bringing down the guys who've been murdering prostitutes down in China town for months now. We say goodbye to Mai and they ship us off to the hospital to yank a few bullets out and stick on a couple of bandaids, and we get a helicopter ride back to Maryland. Which brings me back to where I started.

So how was everyone else's week?

I'm back in Germany for the weekend, so it's nice to see the guys again even if they're making me fix everything they've screwed up in the last month. At least no one's set fire to the place. Of course now they're saying they won't let me leave again.

The Boss is talking some sort of crazy, about how he's going to kidnap Santa and steal his "magical" bag. I'm not so sure I have the heart too tell him there's no such thing, but I guess that it's a better hobby than collecting monsters. At least he's keeping the Monarch guy out of people's hair with it.

Apparently I've gained ten pounds since October...I'm blaming Rummy for this and his putting butter in everything. He's like that Paula Deen lady off of Food Network. YOU HEAR ME RUMMY, you're making people fat!

I have to go drink and school a grouchy cow in basketball now.

So I don't know what sort of inscets you guys have going for you in America that just devour cars and street lamps, and fire hydrents. ... especially in the ass of winter. But this is potentially a problem.

They ate my jeep. Or are currently chowing down on it... I guess they got to the pipes in the basement because there's about an inch of water down there so I had to turn off the main. Not to mention what is flooding onto the streets and turning into ice. I fortified the house with a couple of cans of RAID but kinda getting dizzy from the smell.

Better go calm Gimpy down before he knocks himself out.

... Rummy's gonna be pissed when he gets home from work.