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[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

Who the hell eats a salad and breaks out in hives--not to mention the fact I feel like my face has been stuffed with socks and hit with a 2x4...

The fuck...

[Phone call to the household of Seth and Co]

[mr-bes.insanejournal.com]

[Bes is having trouble keeping his hands still, far too used to tapping out beats or doodling lines of music, but his hands already sport three band-aids thanks to such actions and he keeps one hand firmly pinned under his thigh while the other clutches the receiver.]

Hello? Seth? We have got to get this fixed. We can't let whatever it is keep Astarte. She's ours and Meri needs her and... This sucks.

3 Calls, One Post, Less Spam

[winter-queen.insanejournal.com]

[Phone Call to Bres: 7am]

[She sounds so not like herself. Freaked out. Panicked. And her teeth are actually chattering.]
Bres? Bres?! Oh my god, are you okay? What did that bitch do to you? Fuck! It's FREEZING IN HERE!

[Phone Call to Ogma: Immediately after the first has ended.]

[Maybe not AS panicked as before, but certainly stressed.]
Alan? Hey, are you okay? Is Lilith okay? Is Cian okay? Tell me Cian is okay.

[Phone Call to Arthur: After THAT one is over.]

[It just rings and rings. She is freaking out.]

[Phone call to Erato, waiting for Tyler]

[mr-bes.insanejournal.com]

[He half expects an answering machine and he knows that he really should be trying to make his way downstairs to meet Tyler since it might take three times as long in his current state - if he's lucky - but he can't go without trying. He has already thrown some clothing, a toothbrush, and a notebook with long lists of ideas and scribbles gleaned from his interview with the botanica owner and his own research - all of it scattered into a bag messily. He has added another band-aid to his left hand. He is also constantly apologizing to poor Simba.]

Erato? Sweetheart, if you're there and can, pick up. If not, please be careful. Take care of yourself and call my cell phone if you need me.