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]

heh. you too, huh? before we met, i though D was a fossil.

[speeding]

Okay, the way he talks right? It's so the way he talks.

I'm glad it's not just me.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

So totally not just you, dude. I thought maybe he was a librarian. Or like a math teacher in a past life.

[speeding]

This makes me feel a little better.

A little.

Yeah, that makes sense. Or like, a science geek or something.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

...I am so tempted to do evil things to you.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

keep on chirping there, little birdie.

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

You're cruising for your own short-sheeting at this rate.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Lucky for me I don't have sheets, huh?

Or a bed.

Or a pillow.


god what I wouldn't give for a pillow right now

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

For now.

You want one? I'm up in the tree right now, I can grab one and bring it down on my next run.