suave_thomas: (The fountain on the roof)
I dont think its samson. He just seemed worried.

i dont know what to try now. Its not you is it Peter?
suave_thomas: (Deathly Quiet)
Last night was bad. This...Zombie Fever hasn't been uncomfortable until now, but last night was horrible. I don't know where the pain is coming from, but it's in my stomach. And all I can think of, is that what Amaris did to me is what is coming back. It's not hunger, it's just....pain. Beyond hunger. I think that's what it is.

Dammit. I just weighed myself and I've lost 3 kilos. Since yesterday. Now you tell me how a dead man can lose weight? Shit.
suave_thomas: (Far off and away)
Oh my god... It's like my worst nightmare... )

*cries*

And I'm starting to feel hungry already. Stupid fucking zombie fever!! Not that it's anything like after Amaris. It'll just be normal. Which for me? Pretty fucking abnormal.

But we're in California, safe and sound. James is sleeping off the flight, and I'm going to have a goddamned cocktail as fruity as Liberace. And a steak.

It's warm here too. Thank fuck for that.
suave_thomas: (Turn Away)
If you're stoned don't try to come to the Beyond. It only means some mug has to rescue you and now I'm here and someone needs me and I am going to fall apart.

And Abby won't let me go rip Amaris' face off. Which is just uncool. She touched my Mumsie. No one touches my Mumsie. Can someone take the darn demonic spirit out of her already? Please? It's about goshdarned time.

Yeah, hi.

OH and last I looked in on the Russian adventurers, everyone was fine. They were supposed to go yesterday but the transport shipment they are sneaking in on was delayed. Still, they made it to the convent safely and now they're being taken care of by scary battlenuns. Who wield these stun stick things? I had to not look. Electricity and I aren't friends. Not close up, anyway.

If I do fall apart, someone put Michael Jackson on in the background so at least I can crumble happy.
suave_thomas: (Melt Down)
Still no news of Julian.

But I sent a present for Spectre with Renee and Kait. It makes me giggle, at least a little. And giggling is good.

Zombie-fever still same. As for questys, I'm making lists (and checking them twice Har Har, aren't I droll?) so hopefully I can narrow down things, though the entire deal makes me quite paranoid. Katia asked me if I wanted something to drink today and I replied with "WHO WANTS TO KNOW?!" And then she punched me in the shoulder. Which did not feel good. Katia does not hit like a girl. Incidentally, neither does Abby, so just you all watch out before crossing her...

Bianca, do you think you could visit later?
suave_thomas: (Deathly Quiet)
Hi. I'm home. And rather achey, really. But I'm doing okay. Abby and Mr Razvan Hat are looking after me, and Gavin's coming round to help me work out this whole 'spy ordeal' because it's about damn time. I can report it's not Chiara. Rolf did his scanny thing. It's not Ryn either. So we're a bit at a loss at the moment, but we'll narrow it down soon. Oh I hope.

It occurs to me that everyone might not know what's going on. Apparently I have zombie-fever (according to Joe...) and I've been here too often without enough recovery time in the beyond between visits. Because the last time I was only where I belonged for a few hours, the stress of that and everything I've been through lately combined and I'm sort of...falling apart. Hopefully less literally than that, but it is a possibility... My injuries aren't healing like they used to and my mind is all...susceptible to things which is why I'm acting funny. PTSD caused by zombie-fever. My injuries can't kill me still because...already dead, but they hurt like a bitch. I lost a lot of blood the other day, and my dear Peter was kind enough to give me some of his to make up for it...he's incredible.

And old injuries are coming back. The burns the Templar gave me have showed up again, and my shoulders are starting to swell. The Templar had me on a strappado. They're okay for now, but if my arms suddenly dislocate, I'm not going to be pleased. Though really...that's less terrible than other things that could recur. Which I am not going to horrify anyone with, who hasn't already been horrified. So far though...none of...that. Which, good. I'm trying to work fast though. Rolf says he's seen this before and it does move slowly, but if certain things recur before I accomplish what I'm here for (there was a certain...ripping in half incident) I could end up stuck here...like that. Because you can't accomplish much while ripped in half. And I'm really much less calm about that than I sound...

So...that's me really. And, I would like to state for the reassurance of certain sexy rock stars, when I fell asleep in Peter's bed last night, it was because I was too exhausted to go home, and Aly crawled in there with me hours later, to keep an eye on me. I didn't know she was there until I woke up this morning, and I was so shocked, I squealed a rather unmanly squeal and feel out of the bed. Which ow.

I love you, Spectre.

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