It's been a hell of a week. And I don't use that expression lightly, you know.

All I'm going to say is that some people take my initials too seriously. And other people don't react very well, but that's only to be expected, innit?

As for today's curse. Oi, you gods--ever occurred to you that you could just ask if you wanted cake? There are enough kindly idiots here that you'd get plenty, even if most of us hate you miserable bastards.

I'm not making you any cake. Especially since you sent my mate home--who'd put out the fire, eh?

( private to Eden and Tony // warded )

( private to Nicodemus // warded )

( private to Faye // warded )

[OOC: Yeah I've been putting off posting and commenting lately even though there's a lot of stuff for John to post about--sorry! Hopefully I can handle it for a while today. Also, he's totally lying about the cake thing. He did bake one. Or try to. He was half-asleep at the time, so he's not sure what went into it other than "most of the booze in the flat," but there was a lot of fire and smoke and he's still airing out the apartment.]

Right. This is another curse, is it. Cassidy? Sorry about the booze; I brought it back, I think we're going to need it for this.

It could be worse. I could be the wise fucking wizard or some bollocks like that.

Or I could be a magic mirror. Ha!

Oi, Corinthian.

Who's the fairest of them all?

Someone tell me being killed by a fucking doll was just a bad dream. Except I have plenty of bad dreams, but that's never been one of them.

Why the hell am I in a sodding closet?

...Cassidy, you tosser.

Hope you don't need all the booze anymore. Good luck finding it.