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I hate this month. Not because anything particularly terrible has happened - there's just something about it that feels heavy, every year.

I won't be sad to see the backside of it, though I know spring's still a bit away.

The only serious decision I'm making this week is whether or not I am finally getting another cat.

I have a white persian named Elsa, now. Most of my furniture is white, as is my carpet, but I'm thinking a black one. Maybe a dark brown tabby.

So.

If I manage to bite the bullet without making thirty three spread sheets:

Which color and what names should go into the possibility pool?

consortofalderaan

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I happen to eat one of those candy hearts last week while I was home alone with my dog and was inspired to write poetry about him. I think you might enjoy it so I'll read it now.

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My adorable Franklin, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you prance and run through the dog park,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about your bushy tail and
the sound of your paws padding in the house.

Your dulcet tone warn me of the mail and strangers
Your stocky trunk and wet nose are the hallmarks of a healthy pup.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the cushy sextet.
But you are here to keep me warm with your head on my lap.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your golden fur, generous kisses, and brown eyes.
Thinking of your perfect silky ears fills my days.
My love for you is an endless eternity.

[ Bail laughs at himself and then cuts the feed. ]

phdmotherfucker

Is it common to have the most terrible migraine after the event? And if so, does it happen every time? The IBA should seriously consider handing out Excedrin with their business cards. Maybe a pamphlet of common side effects. Something more tangibly useful than their mission statement.

(( This is essentially the same network prompt as used on the TDM. Happy to transfer threads over or start fresh. ))

seawalled

[when Ellie turns on the feed, she is clearly in the back alley of a Starbucks. broken-down cardboard boxes stamped with that infamous logo are piled up nearby, and she's holding a half-empty packet of madeleines, gesturing with it as she holds the phone in the other.

there is foamed milk all over her apron, and traces of it in her hair like soap suds. maybe that's why she's so worked up. and yes, she may be talking with her mouth just a bit full. like you've never stress eaten!]

Can someone tell me where people leave their bloody decency before they walk out the door in the mornings here? You know, I made it through the hols just fine, but today some woman who couldn't be arsed to take her Bluetooth out of her ear long enough to answer me when I wanted to clarify her order threw her bloody oat-milk latte in my face.

This is a decent enough temp job and I make a mint in tips, but I'm really, really ready to find a desk job. Anyone hear of anything through the grapevine? Indeed and this bloke Craig and his list aren't turning up much.

consortofalderaan

I have a proposal I want to make.

To put it diplomatically, I do not think the Bureau-run support groups are helpful. Meeting others dealing with new memories of past lives is good, but the way the Bureau runs their meetings has no other benefit.

I am a therapist; this is an area I’m well trained for.

But I would like to know if this worth pursuing.

How many would be interested if we started our own support group, completely separate from the Bureau?

hakaio

that support group or whatever was embarrassing.
for those that have been here longer than me: when does the second-hand shame about this shit go away wwww

consortofalderaan

I find myself researching how to make realistic looking fake blood and offal, and accompanying rotting flesh make-up for my daughter's Halloween costume because she wants to be a Zombie Fairy.

Does anyone have any tips for pulling this off?

sentbytheseer

[The voice is that of a young man, a little East Coast in accent.]

Late getting here, but look, ok. It took me a minute to cope with whole...thing. Kind of crashed my bike on that first memory, so, you know, wasn't exactly up to hanging out and making friends on the "Different Social Media Channel."

Anyway, I was gonna come on here and be like "Nice to meet you all," but then there's some guy talking about having memories of dying and instead I want to know where we un-sign up for this. Because it was kind of fun-and-games when it was like ...fighting monsters and voice-in-your-head prophecies, but--yeah. Not cool.

...Sorry. Not to make light of his--memory, but it sounds like I got off easy.

I don't really have a question, since I take it we can't really unsign-up. Just thought I should check-in on this thing.

[A pause]

No, actually I do have a question. The Martin guy said he was the, uh. [He fishes out the business card.] The, uh, Head of the Department of Containment at the Bureau of Inter-dimensional Activities.

Are we all supposed to be from different dimensions, or like...the same one?

chenqing_player

[Wei Wuxian has dbated about sending a message ever since waking up from the dream he just had. He knows it is a memory. He can tel the difference between those and normal one by now. But this time..he wakes up feeling more frightened then he has in a long time.]

Has anyone else had a memory that showed themselves dying? Because I'm pretty sure I just did.

I've seen death in my memories before. A lot of of it actually. But never..my own.

I was just wondering if anyone else has had to deal with that kind of a memory.

[He is greatly unnerved by it. Which is why he isn't showing his face or using video like he normally would.]

neverjedi

This is really embarrassing, but I have seriously sprained my ankle. I can more or less manage, but I can't quite manage carrying things, opening doors, and crutches, yet. I can eat take-out and delivery forever to avoid it, but I need some help with the cat-food and cat litter that got dumped just outside my door.

consortofalderaan

I spent the week hiding lemon sherbet from my family. Especially the dog. I'm quite weary of these bowls of sherbet.

not_as_i_do

[most have had a pretty chill experience with Martin, so far: laid-back, easy going, friendly. easy to talk to. generally surprisingly adaptable to this whole Different thing. but the video feed clicks on to show him leaning away from the webcam in his office. he's in a plain white tee, having shed his soiled scrubs, and his eyes are wild as he licks at his lips, waving .... a spoon dripping with melted lemon sherbert]

Alright. I demand to know what or who is responsible for this bullshit. I just nearly lost a patient in the middle of a cabbage [at least it sounds like he said cabbage?!] procedure because I needed a scalpel and picked up THIS.

[he paces back and forth, reaching up to scrub a hand through his curls. in his anger, confusion, and grief he almost looks a bit feral] It was a goddamned scalpel until I touched it. My nurses didn't know what the hell to make of it, thought someone had played a practical joke. Not. Fucking. Funny. It's a wonder one of them managed to pick up another scalpel in time, or he could have died on the table. I'm going to face some sort of inquiry now because someone thinks I was fooling around! I'm lucky it's not a malpractice suit!

If that happened .. you'd better believe I'd be in touch with the Bureau. I'm not going to lose any lives over this. It's one thing for them to put us all together in support groups and all this. But ... this is too much.

Oh, and apparently at some point I'm stuck in the middle of a riot? And cheating on a wife I don't have here? Or something. I don't even know what was really going on, but she was tearing me a new ass, and that was sure what it sounded like.

Sherbert.

I don't even LIKE lemons!

[another drag of his hands through his hair and he throws the spoon to the floor]

Fuck!

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neverjedi

I have quite a few old scars on my back.

The problem being that they weren't there yesterday.

This is not great news.

[Understatement much? At least his freak out is staying internal. Mostly. So far.]

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