Quietly, quietly, slip along, slip along, thread the stitch, find the bitch, quietly, quietly, slip along.

Lists and lists and lists. Where is my list? People who I have hurt - all of you. People who have hurt me - none of you. None of you have that ability.

Tender, tender, tender.

Sing to me a nightmare. I want to get out of this cage.

I want Socrates.

I'm rebuilding the body of a Jaguar. Suck it out, like poison, fix things; fix Saya.

I am not broken.

Tender, tender, tender.

Quietly, quietly, quietly.

I ate last night.

Where is he.

Where is he?

I want my brother back, and I want him back now.

[There's the sound of someone breathing loudly, then the sound of a high pitched scream, and another one, and something crashes and breaks]

I want my brother now!

[ooc: Approach with caution.]

Necrosis.

It's an interesting topic.

But not as interesting as the raceway. The designs are almost complete, but there are a lot of loops...are you quite sure that's how they're intended to be? That the cars can handle them?

Sam are you dating someone?

Private to Socrates//unhackable

I'm bringing by groceries, do try and be there.

Two days of curse.

And a giant spider in the forest.

...charming.

Sam, you've improved?

Socrates, I'm beginning to feel you've disappeared.

Private to Employees//unhackable

I trust everything is all right?

/private

Sweet, sweet cars.

Now that the killer has been...caught, shall we say, can it be said that things will return to normal? Except for my primary design assistant gone - that's upsetting.

Will someone be a dear and show me the fastest way to remedy that?

Now Hiring. There.

And no nasty rumors. I'm quite done with that.

Hello, Jack.

Time for a conversation.

[ooc: Action for Jack. Door to the hospital room is locked, privacy please! Journal for everyone else - cleared with Jack mun.]

I do not like noises, or mess.

I have a headache.

The garage is closed. For now.

Private to Toshiko Sato//unhackable

If you'd like, I have some equipment that you might be interested in.

/private

Private to Gwen Cooper//unhackable

I have some extra sweaters, if you want them.

/private

Private to Owen Harper//unhackable

I hear you're a doctor.

Mirrors.

Smashing mirrors is bad luck, isn't it?

I'm afraid paranoia does no good at all.

I have not seen any of my employees recently, with the exception of Emmett. I'm brought to the belief that they have all left. I think there might be a curse on the garage; my employees tend to go home rather quickly.

That said, I need a new assistant. Preferably someone with some working knowledge of basic engineering and mechanics. I pay well. And there's a good chance, if the pattern remains the same, you'll go home soon.

I fully realize that a good majority of the population is perfectly at ease with the fact that they feel emotions. However, I have said it before, and I will say it again; there's a great propensity for whining when a loved one decides that the fickle nature of the emotional bond between you have been severed, or when one leaves the City for however long the deities may decide.

You've effectively managed to create your own misery.

That isn't to say that sex isn't a valuable resource, and face it, the genetic qualities that tend to be passed on often leave one with a distinct sense of satisfaction, and sexual release of any kind does make the chemical processes smoother. However, it's not necessary to make such claims over the state of love or affairs.

There's a man grieving, and another one angry enough to neglect what might otherwise be important to them because of a ridiculous notion. And of course there are the City standing jokes.

That is to say.

Corinthian, I cleaned your bike, and serviced the Vespa.

I would like to reiterate that as the warm weather approaches I will be more active. As usual, services in the garage and the workshop are available for purchase.

Would anyone like to go out for dinner?

Sound-proof warehouse.

Let it be said that between the green monsters and the singing, I find myself with a bit of a headache. I suspect a certain household has something to do with both ailments. Further, there have been spurts of amazing ingratitude that I feel should really be examined.

Examine it, City. Because my brother seems to be under the impression that we are all equal. There is no equality to be had with anything that scratches it's fleas and shits where it sleeps. Gaia couldn't even see fit to give them the good sense granted a snail. We should be grateful they don't manage to hermaphroditically breed.

As for the rest of you.

Learn to pay attention.

[ooc: She's actually in a bad mood. And back from hiatus!]

Everything has been arranged.

Everything has been arranged.

Everything has been arranged.

The first is exactly 5.5 meters and the second 7.7, the third 9.9.

Everything has been arranged.

Everything has been arranged.

Everything has been arranged.

[ooc: Ananasi are already OCD, this only makes it worse]

Don't people have any shame?

I suppose that's too much to ask, really. Especially here. Does anyone else have anything to share with the rest of the City?

I forget; everyone does. Keep talking - I'm listening.

So many little tricks.

You only develop so many little tricks, before things begin to start rolling. Sometimes things happen and you cannot stop them. Even an avalanche begins with a few sliding snowflakes. I suspect that's more poetic than I intended.

Have you caused your avalanche yet?

I'm at a dilemma. Help, or not.

I suspect I know which one I'll choose.

Private to Arthur Hellsing//unhackable

We should speak.

It seems that morality is the theme for this week. Morality in killing, morality in sex.

I do not think I understand. If you do not like an action done onto you, it is your own opinion, and no one else's. So morality is not a question of societal rules, is it? Only a broad opinion, a religious one, or a ambiguous "best for all" option, when in truth, there is no rule that is best for all.

My only concern is hypocrisy; it is okay when your morality interferes with someone's, but not when someone else's interferes with your own. Perhaps, in that sense, you are all bigots.

I choose to remain impartial.

Drama has never been my forte. Where is my real brother, I wonder. Dead yet? I still see your weaving, big brother, come out, come out...

So many interesting new arrivals. Like my doctor.

It must be to counter the fact that Papa Midnite is quite irretrievably dead. Any objections? Tony, I already heard yours. Anyone else? No?

I find myself lonely. Visits? I have cake.

[screaming, high pitched and panicked, and the splashing of liquid]

It keeps rising, I can't, I can't, help!

[the scream gets higher pitched]

Socrates! Anyone! Can't, can't, can't, too much, too much, can't get out, can't get out!

[ooc: Saya locked the entry; anyone who didn't comment cannot comment now, but current threads will continue. All threads considered private and unhackable]

No aliens.

Only idiots. Countless, innumerable idiots.

Private to Papa//unhackable

I believe the term used by humans is, "I give up."

Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing.

Let me tell a story.

Once upon a time there was a prince. This prince loved a peasant, for some unknown reason. Whatever the reason was, it wasn't any of the rest of the City's business.

This is a short story.

The prince and the peasant had a fight for a surely, purely emotional reason, and the prince went to drive his royal chariot away on the ice.

Is the prince dead? Who knows. At least the royal stables are quiet once more.

There is a noise ordinance. It's been violated too often. I hate noise. It makes me actually feel things, which I would prefer not to feel at all. Silence is not only golden, but worth it's weight in diamonds.

Let's all consider silence as an option, yes? I assure you, it will only do more good than harm.

I wonder what I'm doing wrong. One more. One more should do it.