Ruminations of an Afterlife

I'm in a helicopter!! The pilot said I could do this.

Peter shaved and he took a shower (I think he orgasmed over a bar of soap...I heard it) and he ate a bunch of spaghetti and vomited all over my lap, which was lovely. So then I took a shower (no orgasms, sadly) and then we left.

There's a Templar in the helicopter, but I've been assured by Saul that he's really on their side. He's asleep, and I don't trust him, but he hasn't done anything horrible. You know, yet. Peter said he fed him, but Peter also said he was starting to believe he was the last person on Earth and he's still sounding a little disjointed... The man makes one wrong move, and I'm going to karate chop his head off. I'm almost certain I could at least partly do that.

I'm doing okay. My best friend is here. I missed him so much. I was so scared for him, but he's here and he's talking (not right now, now he's sleeping too) and he was able to walk his way out of the terrible place, for the most part. He'll be okay, and so will I.

I spent two days digging through a wall and managed to find myself again in the process. Now that's pretty good work, I'd say. And now I have a lovely demon in my lap and Aly's smiling at me. Peter's snoring like the chainsaw he is. We did good.

Quinn!!

That being said, every time I move it fuckin' hurts like I've been attacked by a cheese grater. Or really big paper cuts... So I can't help look for Kat, which is insanely frustrating. Maybe someone should check in with Bianca again? Just to see what else is happening? It makes me all ishy now that I can't watch myself aaarrrgghhhh.

My time with Amaris was short, and while she certainly made her mark (pun intended because I'm still a little crazed) the effect she had on me was much less than last time. She didn't get inappropriate, at least not with me, and I was able to watch over Aly. We're both alright. Aly's a trooper. She threw a mirror at Amaris and it shattered all the fuck everywhere, it was fuckin' brilliant! Amaris tried to force me into something I'm not. She tried to make me sleep with Aly, who clearly was as keen on the idea as I was. And I refused to become Brian. I said no, and it worked. There was a cost...there always is with Amaris. But it was far better than losing myself. So I come away with scars you can see, but they're preferable to ones that lay hidden beneath the surface.