backdated to 18th

[pajarita]

[no. of course it's not real. he'd be saying something if he were, standing in one place so she could punch him.]

what the fuck is in those breakfast waffles?

so we're saying dead people. there's no other way about it, is there? first i thought maybe projections, but then i couldn't figure out how on earth the hotel would have that sort of footage. and then they stopped being just in mirrors and reflections, and now it's

hell.

[from freezing to regret to pain. if this is what magic's like, she wants that world without magic in it back.]

if it gets worse, i'm taking ideas on not going cabin crazy.

locked to clarke griffin

have you heard from bellamy?