Fifth Shot | Video

[vaimo]

 I know Locke is getting dangerous right now, so everyone who's staying here stay safe, okay?  So many people have got hurt already.  Or as safe as you can, anyway.

Um.  And with that in mind...  [She pauses and then leans closer to the camera so her eyes are more visible.]  I don't mind these so much and no one at work really commented but I've been thinking about getting coloured contacts for them just in case.  But I've never worn contacts of any kind before and I don't really want to go to the opticians, so does anyone have any tips for me?  I really have no idea where to start.

45th Howl | Talking is Important [CLOSED]

[professorwolf]

Who: Lyall and Nick
When: Backdated to October 22, night
Where: Nick's apartment
What: Concern and possibly difference of opinion

When news about Anthony broke, the first thing Lyall did was call Nick. To his concern, the man didn't pick up. But he let him have some space, since he knew how important Anthony had been to him. He tried calling again two days later, figuring that was enough time to let the man grieve on his own and be ready to talk. Still nothing.

Now, two nights before the funeral is supposed to happen, he isn't going to let Nick hole himself up alone-- or whatever he's doing-- any longer. He shows up on Nick's doorstep after dark, checking by scent for whether he's actually home. If he isn't, he sits in front of the door to wait. If he is, he knocks. And, in fact, pounds, if Nick doesn't open up after the first couple knocks. If it gets to that point, though, there might wind up being a hole in the door, given Lyall's still working on controlling his newfound strength....

Either way, he's not going away.

[Voice] - slightly forward-dated to October 25th

[youngestone]

[Killian is...not a happy camper, which is why the post is voice only]

Anyone who knew my dad--Hjalti--he's gone off Network. He'll still be in Vegas and he's an ally, but...yeah. Happy fucking birthday to me. Last year it was just bombs! Now it's...

[There's quiet before something smashes against a wall somewhere]

Fuck this shit, man. People are dying because their family's Numbered, people are being killed because they're Numbered, families are breaking apart, people are having to leave their homes, giant freaky monsters appear wherever we go, my girlfriend is still in the hospital from the last one, the world is literally falling apart and I can't even fucking drink. Apparently he could, though, he was seventy-seven which was still basically immature young adult for Dwarves so, y'know. That's a thing.

[More silence, another broken glass something, and the feed cuts off.

Anyone in Erebor will find him on the floor in the room he claimed for himself, two broken glass statues nearby.]