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[Warded Lucas]
okay, so.

um.

i was thinking about the mirrors. well, i was thinking about a lot of shit, but most of those thoughts are still largely incoherent and utterly useless so i'm sticking with this one. because it's been like 80 years and i'm still not sure what we should do with them? cause we've got four. and there are only two of us.

but the LOGISTICS.
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i'm really glad that we made sure to have another production that can potentially make use of a splash zone. more plays need splash zones. because my knowledge pretty much leaves us with either sweeney todd or evil dead: the musical. and i don't think even gooseberry's liberal enough to float a musical with a number called "what the fuck was that?"

i feel like we should maybe hand out ponchos like they had at disney, though. at least for the first three rows.

[Warded to Austin]
hey, so last night was super fun. and i'm sorry for yelling about cond i feel like we both handled our personal whatevers beautifully and were pinnacles of emotional maturity in a turbulent and unpredictable world.

you're doing okay though, yeah? with your whatever?
[Warded to Essie Private]
you've been a you doing oka
[Warded to Essie]
so your ninja skills have been getting SUPER impressive.
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[Warded to Seance Crew: Ari, Bash, Calvin, Cole, Essie, Fern, Hazel, Jade, Jeffy, Lucas, Micah, Zach]
minor ghost update, january 2k15.

so i just ran into pearl? which, yes, i know. buddy system. i am TOTALLY about that life, i promise. but, first. um. information? so i asked pearl if they were doing okay - like, if the ghosts were doing okay with the whole face-snatchers in the woods issue we are currently experiencing and she just looked at me like i was maybe smoking something and called me weird. which - valid. but not like a 'bash, leave me alone i don't want to talk about it' weird. a definite 'bash, i have no idea what you're talking about, you make no sense' weird. and, i mean, i know the nuances of small girls calling me strange. it's kind of a daily occurrence at home.

so i'm [...] does this mean none of the ghosts know about them? or just that pearl doesn't know about them? are the strangers just not interested in the ghosts or are they avoiding them? does that [...] make a difference?
[Warded to Candy Rustlers]
um.

in additional, and predominantly unrelated, treasure news: we're maybe rich enough to hit up a 7-11 and absolutely murder the contents of their slurpee machine. and essie [...] i've found the actual 90s pornography that is not david hasselhoff? which sort of begs the question of who the ever-living HELL's been hiding this shit around the school. like [...] no. no thanks. at [...] wow, at all.
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apparently being home all of the time is very stressful and going to rich person school in the middle of the woods has led me to forget all the pressures and difficulties of the real world.

which, loosely translated, means that my mom and my sisters have gone out for a girls' night and my dad has gone out to actually shop for my mother's christmas present and my brother-in-law has abandoned me to pretend that he has friends. (this is all because i didn't come home for thanksgiving. this is coordinated familial revenge.) so it's me and the girls tonight. me and the girls and finger paints and 'frozen'. again. (repeating: revenge. my dad has a copy of 'big hero 6' - we could be watching ROBOTS right now. but, nope. we're watching trolls sing about marriage while wiping our hands on my shirt.)

cut for little girl journal-maiming )

also, gracie would like to profess her grave disappointment about not being able to see words in my journal anymore. because she knows how to read "like five HUNDRED" of them now. (this is a gross over-exaggeration. she is three and a liar.)
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[Warded to Essie]
hey.

can i ask you something?
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Who: Bash Lacroix & Ariel Lacroix (via Skype)
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Muggle Tech Computer Lab
What: In which Bash makes use of school resources, reads a prologue, and is definitely an idiot.

She's a fucking inconsiderate harpy. )
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[Warded to the Remaining Members of SEARCH PARTY!!!! (āļ‡ â€ĒĖ€_â€Ēˁ)āļ‡: Essie & Lucas]
do you think that yelling HAS to qualify as an aggressive way to accept an apology?

also: do you think hallmark makes 'it's totally cool you tackled and bled on me a bit, it was a stressful experience for everybody' cards? or do you have to construction paper cutout that one?
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Who: Bash Lacroix
When: Thursday Night, After Dark
Where: Somewhere Dark, Definitely With Trees
What: In which Bash talks to himself, gets talked to, and yells at trees.

Maybe next time let a dude know if you like rhyming. )
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[Warded to Lucas]
QUESTION.

i mean, i have one. a question. but it keeps sounding weirder in my head every time i want to ask it? like when you write a word 74 thousand times and it sort of ceases to have any meaning? except - the question version of that?
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okay, in what is probably the most tragic announcement i've ever had to make in my life: i have too many cookies. i can't keep them in my cabin. legally.

anybody want some?

there are thin mints.