anarchist_queen: (crying)
It had been too good to be true, she should have known... )

Leda burst into her room, a bottle of vodka in one hand.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." she berated herself harshly.

It had all been a joke. A joke the island was playing. Of course it had. Hand trembling with the effort to keep herself under control, Leda poured equal amounts of Vodka and Peca into a glass, and downed it.

Swearing at herself, and Karla, and Merlin, and Fandom, and Shakespeare in Elvish, she repeated the process. And again. Only then did the tears come. When she had the added excuse of drunkeness.

"Stupid, drunken, junkie..." She couldn't think of anything bad enough to call herself, so instead she slammed her fist against the wall as hard as she could.

It was the one holding the glass. Glass embedded itself into her palm, fingers and wrist. Dimly she remembered that was the hand that had held Karla's, last night.

"FUCK!"

[Restaurant flashback co-written with the exquisite [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch. Door is closed, post is open. All is okay for broadcast.]
anarchist_queen: (Default)
Dear Mom and Dad, translated from Elvish

So, I learned how to fly recently. It was more tiring than I'd have thought. See magic on this island works as well as it does in Faery. I'm also learning to swim. Which was about as exhausting as I'd expected.:) The students here continue to be friendly, and helpful. Oh and classes are going well.



Dear Wiseguy,

First up, thanks again for coming to parents weekend! It was so cool to see you! Even though you couldn't meet more of my friends. I really wanted Karla to meet you especially. As for Karla and I, things seem to be in a bit of a holding pattern there.

Things here continue to go well. So many cool kids! None of whom have a problem with Elves. Hell some are all about it.

So, I don't want you to freak, but I've started learning how to use a gun. Don't worry I'm not gonna bring one back with me. We all know that would be beyond stupid. It's all just part of the Fandom experience. Like freaking out the newbies.

What did you do for Halloween? Did you dress up or did you and your baby daddy (I'm learning new ghetto slang!) just hand out candy?



Dear Crystaviel, also translated from Elvish

I cannot believe my parents sent you to check up on me. I do hope your report was favorable. Not a lot has happened since your visit. Just hanging out with my friends and learning human foibles. Though I did experience an odd human phenomenon. A renaissance festival. Oh yeah and of course spring break at a place called Kellermans.
anarchist_queen: (looking for me?)
Having stolen borrowed the coffee maker from the common room, Leda boiled up the water for the cocoa, and debated lighting some soothing incense. She decided to let that go for the moment. There were also blankets for curling up in. She hoped she'd be able to help ease whatever was troubling Karla.

[For the afore mentioned Karla please. That they met up is okay for broadcast, but I think any details are not.]
anarchist_queen: (gail noir)
Leda had had another fit of trembling as her body shrieked for more Peca, but it had passed before she felt she needed to call for help. But no sooner had that happened, then a Gremlin who'd been hiding under her bed leaped out and sunk it's teeth into her ankle.

A dark night in a city that knows how to keep it's secrets. But on the 5th floor of the Fandom Building, one woman is still trying to find the answers to life's persistent questions. Gail Noir, Private Eye )

[Open! Leda has become a female version of Prairie Home Companion's Guy Noir! SP probably because my computer is slow and there's lots to do. But come play anyway!]
anarchist_queen: (Default)
Wow, that was a lot of empty bottles around the bed. Leda was passed out, dead to the world enjoying a blissfully dreamless sleep. Later she'd have a hangover to end all hangovers, but that was later.

She'd managed to take off one boot, but otherwise was fully clothed.

[Open!]
anarchist_queen: (smirk)
Leda was feeling antsy. Energetic, up for some good times, and antsy. The Peca helped but wasn't neccesary. She took a swig and then started tapping her foot in time with the drums. Another swig, and the guitar riff began, and she jumped off her bed to her feet.

Take Me Out Tonight! )

By the time the song was done Leda had gone from her own alcove to Karla's.

[Primarily for Karla. But feel free to react.]
anarchist_queen: (sad)
Flashback )

There were many reasons why Leda drank Peca. Addiction was only one of them. Right now though, she was only drinking fruit juice. These blends they sold out in the world were great. This memory wasn't one that made her want to drown it. But in case it led to others that did, she had a bottle in the pocket of her jacket.

[Post is open like an open post.]
anarchist_queen: (wasted?)
Leda was a city girl, and she still found the cabins a little creepy. Especially at night. Fortunately she had a ready supply of the cure for all that ailed her.

She had drunk herself into a good, safe mood, no longer on edge and jumping at every sound. Later, if it came to that, she might drink herself to sleep.

Again.

For now, she was giggling madly at something on the TV. What was on? She had no idea. But it was funny.
anarchist_queen: (vicky winters)
If Leda hadn't been so worn out from Detention, she might have been able to dodge the Gremlin that had been lying in wait. As it was, she wasn't.

My name is Valerie Autumns. From the moment I left New York, and set foot in Corinwood, the shadows of the past have loomed over me like the shadow of this great brooding home. Even the inhabitants of this strange and bizarre place hover uncertainly between amazement, confidence and fear.

Fear of the unknown, fear of the past. Fear of the future. Even fear of each other. From the young boy I've come to tutor, to the father he hates. From the mistress of the house who never leaves to the grounds keeper who's loyalty borders on the sinister. From the man who has returned, possibly with ulterior motives, to the girl who I have come to care for more than I ever thought possible.

The shadow of Corinwood even falls over the town below. It falls over the artist living in fear of his secrets. It falls over his daughter who cares for him and worries. It falls over the young man who just wants a future with his girl.

And now all I can do is try my best to make sense of it all. And try not to let their secrets and their deception deter me from my own search for the truth. I can't let the fear and darkness over come me, or I will become like them. Like everyone has warned me.


[Door and post are open. Leda has become Victoria Winters from the original Dark Shadows.]

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