nobody down here

...I don't remember it very clearly, but I have the depressing feeling that this weekend involved sequins.


[ooc; ngjkgndf belated. Mulder spent the weekend being a Beautiful Assistant. ;D]

Agent Scully has left the City.

Nothing is harmless, here. First Sam shows up-- shit.

I thought she might come back, after the curse ended, but no such luck. Maybe it's for the best. She'd still be sick, if she had.



I think... I need to get out of the house for a while.



[ooc; re this~ sob, if only you were seventh season, mulder, you'd know better than to wish anything ever. ALSO SORRY MY ACTIVITY HAS BEEN... fgfsdg... ::tries harder. loves you all.:: going out soon but wanted to get this up, will catch tags this afternoon bbyz]

( Private | Easily Hackable Due to Curse )

Something's up today, but I'm not sure what. Speaking of which... considering the new City guide (guides? I know at least one person was planning to write one, and at least one other person already has,) I wonder if it would be beneficial to try and compile a list of them? Obviously we can't document everything, and some of them are tricky to identify... but it might give new arrivals a better idea of what to expect.

Think it's worthwhile? And, would anyone be interested in contributing to the project?


( Horoscope : Your Negative Side )

[ooc: SOB I LOVE THIS HOROSCOPE. *_____* Anyway. Waay back when with the Mardi Gras curse, Mulder went out and slept with... random NPC chick #5, I guess... annnnd is now preoccupied with that re: his horoscopey emotional isolation blah blah blah. :3 FEEL FREE TO HACK HIM.]

[ Private; Hackable with effort ]

I have chased truth to the exclusion of all else; risked and sacrificed everything I held dear. My career, my life; those I loved; all casualties in the pursuit of some inexplicable explanation, a tangled web whose ephemeral strands I've sought to grasp without thought to the cost or the consequence.

And now I find myself the agent of secrecy, the architect of my own small conspiracy; not because I know the end is coming, but because I know it is not. I have seen the end of the dark passageway my partner is walking; have been blinded by the light of day that lies beyond. I've lived the days she doesn't dare to hope for, in these moments when her faith in science rallies its forces against her faith in herself, her belief in God.

Is it possible-- is it wise-- to bridge the years between us, the distance I attributed to shock? Would it drive her away, to know how close we have yet to come? Or will it do more harm to keep these things from her; a future she cannot fight, waiting upon her return to the real world.

I can't keep this secret... But I don't know how to share this truth.
[ /Private ]

[ Filtered Away from Scully ]

So. Question of the evening-- who comes from a world where they've figured out to cure cancer? Better yet, who can do it themselves?

Yes, there is a certain amount of urgency involved here.

[ /Filtered ]

I know, I know, I've been kind of scarce since the whole zombie apocalypse thing. Thank whoever I'm supposed to thank that that's over. I'm sorry if I ate anyone's face or anything, I really don't remember much of it except that being eaten by zombies is a really, really crappy way to go.

I am once again alive and more or less well... somewhat bruised, though, because I swear, every step I took outside today, I pretty much fell on my ass. Guess the Deities are too cheap to spring for rocksalt out there? Ugh.

So! How have you all been?