Nelchaen

[inafadingcrown]

[And Galadriel has never been quite so happy to be finished with a loss. Being able to talk again is nice. ...as is the lack of feathers.]

[Friends and acquaintances]

You have been through much while I have been… impaired. [An audible sigh] It would ease my mind to hear from you. And if there is aught I may do for you, please, tell me of it.
( Phoebe Halliwell )

( Aziraphale )

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I have no intention of making a speech on the subject, but I would remind you all that any strange animal you come across on the castle grounds is quite likely to be a resident, temporarily transformed. As such, it is best, more oft than not, to leave them to their own devices unless they are in some danger.

I would particularly like to issue this reminder to the odd young man who recently spent a great deal of his time following a swan about the castle.

EIGHTH SHOT

[dog_eat_dog]

[Dictated quite cheerfully:]

Wish me happy birthday, people, I'm 40 years old today and therefore officially old.

73;

[gottaknockhard]

[The journal has been relatively quiet, considering how the castle seemed to be going through its usual mood swings. Unusually strong for its usual mood swings, but still, Spike noticed. But he doesn't want to talk about the castle, or death, or magical-catastrophe-whatever, and he can't blame anyone else for feeling the same way. He just wants something to eat. Preferably something that requires no wishing (seeing how that's been backfiring lately), or effort of any kind.

Which is why he's making a bowl of cereal in the kitchen in middle of the night.

After a fair amount of staring dead-eyed into the depths of the fridge, he dictates to whoever might be hoarding out there.]

We're out of milk.