He Was Death, And He'd Ridden In

I’ll Go And Help. (chris) What Are We Supposed To Do With You, Chris? Lob You At Them? (wulf)

Nick Rubbed His Hand Across His Face As He Tried To Make Sense Of Her Prattle. But That Was The Thing About Simi. She Seldom Made Sense.

No! I Don’t Want To Ouija, Or Do The Pendulum Thing, And I Swear If I See One Tarot Card Or Rune Stone I’ll Yack Cupcake All Over You. (grace)

You Want Me Here. (artemis) Yeah, Like An Alien Rectal Probe Up My Sphincter.' (acheron)

Sometimes Things Have To Go Wrong In Order To Go Right.