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[06 Nov 2009|08:48pm] |
Unfortunately, I haven't heard much of a reply back for people wanting to meet to discus our present situation. Why are we stuck here? Does any one care any more or has everyone given up?
Fortunately, I don't really care what the majority think or don't think. I have heard a small interest in a meeting. Even a small meeting will hopefully get us somewhere, so I am going to have one.
I've decided to Close up Strange Brew early on December 1st. I'll be closing at 5:30pm and having the meeting start at 6pm. I hope that works for everyone. There will be free coffee and goodies for those who decide to attend.
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[24 Sep 2009|02:37pm] |
I'm still having a hard time believing someone would blow up the police station. It just goes to show you that not all monsters have fangs or spout fur once a month. I've actually known 'monsters' that were more humane than most of the humans I know.
Shielded from anyone with ill intent for the community
I think it is about time that we had another meeting. Try to get people together and try to figure things out. Anyone else up to trying?
End Shielding
Private to Gwen and her friends
How are you holding up. If you or your team need any coffee come in. I can spare a few cups for free.
End Private
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[30 Aug 2009|09:50pm] |
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The Coffee Shop is doing well. I'm proud of it, but I'm am missing my old life. Anyone need a preternatural expert?
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[28 Aug 2009|10:30am] |
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Thank you to everyone that helped me with my survey. I'm not exactly sure what it means, but it seems that almost everyone who is here was brought at a time of some strong emotion, about 95%. I am, as they say, all ears, if anyone has thoughts or opinions on what this could mean.
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[10 Aug 2009|03:38pm] |
Just out of curiosity...
How many people were dead or dying before they were brought here?
How many people were pulled here at a moment of stress? Moment of Joy? Everyday moments?
Just trying to figure this place out. Maybe there is some kind of pattern.
Edit
Findings so far...
3 dead or dying One who found out she dies later on
3 death of a loved one/ near death of loved one
3 Moment of joy (I'm assuming graduation is a happy time, here)
3 Nothing special
8 Stressful moment/heartache
1 moment of mixed joy/stress
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[23 Jul 2009|12:54pm] |
Who ever runs this place has a very strange sense of humor. Teenagers? Really? What does it want us to do throw a mixer? A sock hop? Why?
On the bright side, my skin is pretty smooth. No scars.
But there is a downer...ZITS. arggg..
Also, watch out for rogue zombie road-kill. How embarrassing!!!
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[17 Jul 2009|10:43am] |
Things are going well at Strange Brew. People drink coffee like there life depends on it. Who knows maybe it does? Sometimes mine does.
There are draw backs. I've practically been running the place by myself. It is way too much. If I didn't work with coffee I would probably collapse into a clump of slumbering Anita. If I thought it would help I'd drink more coffee, but at this point I don't. I want to be awake not jittery. A jittery trigger finger is a very very bad thing.
So...
STRANGE BREW NOW HIRING
Please please someone help me out here. Part time, full time, decent pay, no experience needed, free drinks while at work.
Am I forgetting something? I'm really to tired to tell. *laugh*
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[15 Jun 2009|02:49pm] |
I've been trying to put together some information. So far I've found out that pretty much nothing preternatural exist in this world outside of those who have been brought here. No books really exist to tell me. I've looked. hard. and failed.
I was wondering if some people would be willing to fill out a survey I've come up with. It is for research reasons only and I don't plan to use any of the information against others Unless I really need to do so. Don't kill others, don't risk being killed..
( Survey. Answer privately and feel free to answer anonymously if you don't feel comfortable revealing your identity )
In other news, I'm making good progress on my coffee bar. Hopefully I'll be able to open November 1st!
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[20 Jan 2009|01:30am] |
(private to the Pack [whoever that may be])
Just a head and maybe a tails up, Raina's kind of a psycho. Be cautious of her.
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Fucking A through Z! I usually don't like to cuss, but of course the one person to show up that I know is a sadistic bitch.
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[17 Jan 2009|12:26pm] |
[private to Bella]
Is everything alright? I stopped by Cullinary yesterday afternoon and no one was there.
BTW, I'm sorry I was a day late stopping by.
[/private to Bella]
The owner of the coffee shop down the street has put up a for sale sign. This happened right when I was thinking about starting my own. I've decided to buy it. Mostly because I need something to do with my time and because the money I have won't last forever. I know tons about coffee and a little bit about business. However, if anyone knows more about running a business, I'd appreciate the help.
I've also decided maybe it is time to hold another meeting. If it is okay with my roommates I was thinking that I would hold it in our apartment again. If it isn't let me know and I'll figure something out. I'm thinking of having the meeting on Friday or Saturday. Everyone let me know what is the best day and I'll work something out.
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[13 Jan 2009|12:13pm] |
I doubt that anyone could argue that what has happened to us all is strange. and if you do argue it, you may just end up on my bad side. My bad side also happens to be my gun toting vampire slayer side. However, there are somethings that I find strange that I believe are personal. Back in St. Louis, in my old life, my real life, Jean-Claude would send me a bouquet of roses every week. They were all white except there was one red rose. Lately, there have been two red roses, but that is a long story and beside the point. It always used to annoy me that he did this. I was just getting over the annoyance and coming to accept them as part of my life when I was brought here. I never thought I'd miss him sending me roses, but now I find that my life is lonely without them. It feels strange to me to miss something I never thought I wanted or deserved.
I'd have to agree with the theory that people seem to be coming in clusters now. That is people who know each other, or others that are already here, are the ones showing up. It makes me wonder when someone from my life will show up and who. I'd like to say that I want to see someone I know, but there are so many people I've encountered that I'd rather never run across again.
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[08 Nov 2008|07:09pm] |
Private to Dean
I think I'm ready to go over what we talked about at the meeting if you'd like. You could come over and we could share stale pizza, pie, and coffee.
End Private
The meeting went...well, it went. There wasn't nearly as many people there that I would have hoped for, but it was good to get some people together to talk. It is at least a start, though no where near to a solution. Hopefully that will come in time.
I'll jump on the bandwagon and admit that I miss home. I wish that one of my boys were here. Hell, I'd even put up with Richard's self-loathing BS. Micah, I miss my other half. Jean-Claude, I miss the familiar safeness of your embrace and the softness of your kiss. Nathaniel, I miss my favorite little "house wife". Asher, I miss the way, that in my eyes, you are still perfect in every way. I know that is way too many boyfriends. I'm not a whore; Life is just complicated.
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[10 Oct 2008|02:22pm] |
This is what I have planned. Come if you can...
When: 7pm Saturday, September 20
Where: Oriens room 101* (I know something more central would be best, but I couldn't find anywhere better)
What: A meeting to get to know others that have gotten stranded here and hopefully find a way out.
Other: Pizza, Pie, and Drinks
* If anyone needs a ride let me know and I can arrange to give you a ride.
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[07 Oct 2008|02:21pm] |
I've been exploring the area in my free time. I seem to have too much free time. I found that there was a long standing town historian who died a few years back. I tried to talk to him but was interrupted. It doesn't really make much of a difference. What I did get out of him didn't help much. I don't think what has happened to us has happened here before. If it has he didn't seem to know about it. I'm back to doing research trying to figure out if there is someone else I may be able to speak with about what is going on. So far I have a big fat nothing.
I haven't had many takers on the idea of us all meeting, what if I offered ice cream and punch? Milk and Cookies? Pie? I promise I wouldn't try to bake them myself. That would be a disaster.
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[05 Oct 2008|07:07pm] |
I have long believed that you shouldn't ask others to do something you aren't willing to do yourself. I have said several times in some of the journals that someone should call a meeting together. Maybe with more than one of us in the same spot we could figure something out.
If we did have a meeting who would be willing to attend? What times are best for everyone? Any suggestions where to hold the meeting? I'm open to suggestions. Let's work together and figure things out people.
Edit: Would any of our entrepreneurs be willing to let us use there establishment for our meeting?
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[28 Sep 2008|11:11am] |
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The more I think about it the more I worry about people back home. The Pard. I know that Micah is still there, but he is only second in command. They all rely on me to protect their lives. I know that the Pack will be fine; Richard more than has that covered. Mostly I worry about Damian. I am his master. He relies on me to raise and maintain sanity. What is going on without me there? Is he lost control again? Has he cost anyone their life in his madness? I need to get out of here as soon as possible.
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[24 Sep 2008|12:43pm] |
I don't think we're in Kansas any more, Toto. Okay, so I wasn't in Kansas to begin with, but 'we're not in Missouri anymore, Toto' don't have the same ring to it. I can't say that I know what is going on more than anyone else. I've tested the boundaries of this place. More than once I've tried getting a call though to CotD and Guilty Pleasures. I've tried to call my house. I even tried to call Richard's house (not that he always answers when it is me anyway). No matter who I call I always either get a message telling me the number has been disconnected or that I can't complete the number as dialed. I know my own home phone number. Give me a break.
You can not phone anyone outside of London, Ontario, Canada. I tried calling the Chinese place down the street and that worked though. I got some tasty delivery and figured out you can call locally. Now I need to test to see if I can call someone else who woke up here. Anyone want to give me their cell number so I can try?
Even though Dean made it clear that you couldn't leave I decided to try anyway. My Jeep was parked outside. I gave it a whirl and ended up going in circles. I hope that they have everything we need in this town. I'd hate to have a coffee shortage or something equally as tragic.
I think that later I'm going to take a walk around. Try to find people to talk with. I don't care if they are locals or 'transplants' like me. I can get valuable information from both.
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On a non-investigative note. I have met one of my roommates. Kristen. She seems friendly enough. Curious, though. Curious as in she interested in many things, not curious as in strange. I seem to have two other roommates, but haven't met either of them.
I have just about everything I need here. I have my jeep. I have clothing. My cell phone is here. My necromancers kit and my hunters kit were both where they belong. And I'm glad to say there is coffee. Now I wish that I had one of my snuggle bunnies.
The Ardeur hasn't shown itself. I was a little worried about it, but it doesn't seem to be there any more. I haven't tested all my powers, but it seems that the ones that I received from my connections to Jean-Claude and Richard are no longer there. I guess that it makes sense. If they do not exist here, then neither would our link. Right? I'm still weary. If I've misjudged I'd hate for the Ardeur to pop up at a bad time (not that any time is good). I mean, I'd hate to molest someone I don't know...
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