033. Royal Orleans

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[People can build bonfires and burn effigies all they want -- some guys (lowercase G) have work to do!

One of whom is Brock. He has work to do.

That work is, of course, patching up the huge fuckoff hole in the side of his dumb cabin. He is out in the woods right now, though he's more staring at the huge fuckoff hole than doing any sort of repair. How does one even fix a hole in a log cabin. Does he need to knock down the whole wall ...

Making a frustrated noise, he flips his journal open.]

I lost my lumberjack. Does anyone cut down trees for fun, or do I have to go find an axe?

-- and Crowley. I hope you got a steering lock for your goddamn car.

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[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[If he had a nickel for every time someone broke into his room, etc etc.]

Makes you wonder why they have locks.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I guess "new clothes suddenly in an unlocked closet" isn't spooky mysterious magical enough.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Thank you, Brock. He was starting to think everyone here liked playing dress up.]

Or something.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Actually ... Brock loves wearing stupid costumes ... but we'll let you hold onto the dream for now, Spike.]

I'll let you know when I have this place fixed, though.

Unless you want to help.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Hopefully this will never come up.]

I can stop by later. There's a thing going on. [aka this is when he lost Kaylee after he promised to watch over her and did not...]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[In this place? It probably will!]

Right. See you.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[You could have let that one go. :(]

Sure thing.