First Run - Hi, what the hell?

[speeding]

Okay. So.

• Magical journal? Check.
• Shower has been had? Check.
• Actually not-goopy clothing that still doesn't really fit? Check.
• Waking up in the most insane excuse for a social study without any memories or, you know, clothes, and being told the low-down by some poor girl who looked like she was going to faint? Double check.
• Getting practically manhandled around to god knows where without anyone telling me what the hell this is about and ending up writing this next to an endless rack of lady's high heels? GO TIME.

But seriously, magical journal, what the heck is going on?

Uh, and if these things work the way I'm told they are supposed to-- Hello there my fellow lab rats. I guess welcome me to the maze? And, you know, direct me to the cheese and not the sparks.

The name's Dash, by the way. As in dashingly handsome, or dashing to the rescue. You know, I’m good with either.

god I feel like a dork talking to a journal.

Comments

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Oh, come on. Don't get all in a twist.

Occasionally a bout of Want-ness is just what the world needs. But then if I encourage you, then I wouldn't be impossible.

And we all know just how much you love that.

[unlostsoul.livejournal.com]

I could write a witty rejoinder here or a bashful admission that maybe I do.

But unfortunately I am too busy being not like Want.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

You're impossible.

But you already knew that.