urbanmonkeywarfare: (smile)
nyah na na na nyaa nyaaa
urbanmonkeywarfare: ((g) *siiiigh*)
[The entirety of this entry is written in a hasty chickenscratch scrawl which degenerates the further down the page it gets. There are also copious stains of suspicious liquids all over it/smeared across the ink in some places, though it should be legible to those who have the patience to read it all. No, Katja hasn't actually slept since the plagues started.]

[locked to Francis]

Yo ангел, I'm sure after all of this you'll be up for a beer or eighteen at three different bars, or maybe you are now and I'd be totally willing to take you up on that except I'm fuckall busy as HELL (and not the kind outside) right now getting ready for Day Ten even though I don't put that much stock in it -- but I mean all the other fucking Plagues of Egypt are happening outside and do you have any idea how utterly annoying it is to find the sol and everyone seems up in arms serious about this whole firstborn thing SO I figure I might as well make preparations, which brings me right back around to the point at which I started this sentence which was that I may not actually be around to have all the wonderful gods-given beer in the world with you afterward so I'm sending you a package of the best brilliant damn beer an angel could want, I made it myself so you better appreciate it.

And if by some fluke of the Rift I do survive Wednesday, then we can go stake claim on a bar we haven't been kicked out of yet and drink until we die. Or you die. [/locked]

[locked to Fritz]

Hey, looks like I get the Rapture way before you, smurfnugget. Enjoy your package and you better unwrap that thing carefully and take as much damn time admiring my handiwork as you possibly can because that is a masterpiece even if you probably won't be able to tell it from a doorknob, knowing you. [/locked]

[locked to Kat]

So maybe that last experiment didn't go as well as planned but I'm fairly certain that there's something in my private lab that will give you the right poison high you were looking for and maybe some death on the side, because everyone likes a side-salad of death and you seem to like it more than most people I meet on the street given the fact that you were asking for it and all unless you're some kind of new masochist that I haven't heard about which wouldn't be hard as I tend to try and stay far the hell away from that kind of shit but that's not the point. Point being that I don't know if I'm going to be alive after Wednesday even though I never put any stock in that damn Bible book or anything of the sort but that didn't stop my goddamn solutions getting fucked all to hell what with the blood and then I couldn't even USE any of the embloodened ones afterward since it all turned back into boring water though it gave me plenty of good ideas, treaty be damned, and therefore I've got a ton of shit in the lab that I may never ever get to use and since you're on of the few sensible people in this organization I figure you'll find a good use for that shit and you can have it all if I'm found dead or something in here. I'm sure Den won't give a fuck or anything and Mr. Bossman never seemed to care what I did as long as it wasn't blowing something up (which I might have done anyway but he forgave me for that so whatever) or jeopardizing the operations, etc etc etc, so I think since I've been a good puppy or some shit I should get a say in what happens to my lab and you get it. Have fun.

If I'm NOT dead don't get any ideas. >:E [/locked]

[Public]

Goddamn if I haven't slept for a fucking week. If there's anyone who can deliver beer, pure adrenaline, or all the caffeine in the damn city to [insert address of the O HQ] I will pay you as much as I humanly can which might not be much as I don't have a lot of cash on me looking in my wallet right now but I will repay you in whatever way possible when this week is over as long as you let me know what your name is so I can reach you on these things or at least leave a note telling people that eight billion dollars in whatever you want goes to X person courtesy of me. I am honestly not sure if I'm joking or not and I doubt I'll remember writing this in about ten minutes anyway so you better take advantage of it while the offer's hot.
urbanmonkeywarfare: ((g) good goddamn)
So I take it mommy found herself a nice, upstanding angel rebound fuck.

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