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[h_hollister]

They're gone.

Nine days, starting now.

I can make it. I can make it.

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[secretarybird.livejournal.com]

You can. Do you need any help? I am near, in London, I can make tea and toast and I have learned to heat soup on a stove. I think I could learn to--vaccuum? Or whatever one does for houses. Only if you need it, please, I do not mean to intrude.

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

Heh. You never intrude, Djehuty. You're always welcome here.

I'm so worried. I think I'd feel better if I could help, but I know I can't.

Never thought I'd have a crisis of faith, this late in the game.

[private to Hippolyta]

[secretarybird.livejournal.com]

I am also learning quite well the route between Mayfair and the Embankment.

Yes, it is the lack of helping that hurts so much. That's why I want to learn to do something like vaccuum and cook; it is so irrelevant but concrete.

I am very afraid. I don't know if I will feel it and I'm afraid I won't.

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[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

...

I... I'm terrified. Not that I'll feel it, because I know I won't, but that they'll never come back.

I guess I kinda prepared myself to lose Nadezhda ages and ages ago, when she and Sev announced their engagement. But I'm still scared stupid thinking about losing her this way. She might not come back. Or, if she does come back, she might be completely different. Evil. Unspeakab...

*deep breath*

They will be back.

[shiratorijun.livejournal.com]

Wait? What? Your...what was keeping you alive and healthy?

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

This... has nothing to do with my nanobots, actually. Which are still around. I think. Sort of. Maybe.

No. It's Dez and Hermes. She's off helping him die. I don't know if it's actually happened yet, though.

[shiratorijun.livejournal.com]

Ah...that's terrible.

I didn't think gods could die. I thought they... *wince* faded.

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

That's exactly what was happening. So Hermes asked Dez to, um, speed up the process. So he could come back as something more suited to this world.

Argh.

[dunnett-first.livejournal.com]

Please let me know how I can repay the favors you've done me.

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

Aw, Dunnett. You don't owe us anything, love. Besides, you helped vanquish the fridge monster. That's a debt we owe you, now. Heh.

[domina-igne.livejournal.com]

Hey, just weighing in on the 'let me know what I can do'...thing that is weighed in on. I suppose properly it would be a scale.

Anyway, we sort of know vaguely what's happening, but just...I'll be around, if you happen to sift through all these other people really quickly.

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Liz. Everybody's pretty well going "flibble wibble wobble guh what" around here.

You ever get the feeling that, even though you're surrounded by people you love, you're still completely alone in the crunch?

[domina-igne.livejournal.com]

...

Yes, but that's neither here nor there. No one can really understand what's going on in my head when I go mad and do things like break mirrors and cry for no reason, but that doesn't mean it isn't good to have someone to talk to. Or to just respectfully not talk and make tea.

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

You just pulled the winning ping pong ball from the BINGO machine.

Angst drama woe. I think I need a puppy.

*audio only*

[metal-justice.livejournal.com]

...Lyta? You okay?

We haven't talked ever since that incident... I've been worried.

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[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

I'm... eh. I'm alive and I have hot cocoa. There's worse things I could be.

You? Have you been to the Labs at all since?

Re: *audio only*

[metal-justice.livejournal.com]

I haven't been there for long enough to find out everything, but enough to realize that something is different... And, to some extent, wrong.

That said, I'm planning to make a more thorough patrol of the area. Why?

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[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

If you see my bazookoid, could you snag it for me? I left it there when... you know. When.

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[osborn-journals.livejournal.com]

((For the record, there shouldn't be anything actively wrong with the place, besides probably a bad vibe of sorts. It's just Norman-less.))

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

The hell's going on in that booby hatch o' yours?

Dez is marrying a greasy troll, hanging out with the Green Goddamned Goblin and now playing Kevorkian To The Gods?

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

Yup. You, as always, encapsulate everything oh-so-perfectly.

Oh, wait, you forgot the part where Dez is going all demon-y and raar due to the Kevorkian gig. And me having splitting headaches for no discernable reason.

Wade, this sucks so fucking hard...

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

What, you expected Dez to boff Skeezo The Freak Wizard and remain our good ol' fun-lovin' gal? That shit'll turn you into a monster faster than Pop Rocks and Clamato.

Coke gets all the hype, but Clamato is what really messes ya up with the Pop Rocks.

You happen to know any doctors that AREN'T psychotic bastards or fucked in the head for metaphysical ne'er-do-welling that could look into your brainpan?

[gadgetqueen]

Hippolyta?

Do you want me to do a scan, see if I can help you figure out the problem?

And, you know, like everybody else, if there's anything else...

I left a lot of baked stuff and it should stay fresh for a while, and tidied the living room and the kitchen.

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Yeah, scan me.

But, um. Later? I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment. I don't think I could handle more crap news right now.

[gadgetqueen]

No problem. Just let me know a good time.

And yeah, I know it's a bad time. I can bring food over if you want.