It's insanely obnoxious to be lectured by someone who has never done a single thing wrong in their life. I'm not perfect, I'll never be perfect. If you keep expecting so much I'm just going to disappoint you.

And it's that self righteous sort of piety. I sometimes wonder if she really is good or just keeps herself in line for dad's sake.

I can't even think right now.

What this place needs is a party. Maybe a water party. You know, slip 'n slides, water guns, water balloons.

You know, this is actually a pretty awesome idea.

So Willow, hows about we throw Tara and Harry an engagement party / babyshower?

I'd tell you something about cows and milk, Tara, but . . well. . moot point.

[ooc: Yeah, she's loling.]

I'm no political theorist, but since when is the Warden of a freaking jail in charge of an entire city? Unless this is Oz. But with women. And no pods.

I digress. Shouldn't we have mayors and senators and . . you know, a democratic system instead of one person doing whatever they want to?

So, Harry, should I toss the red wig? Or is that a real fetish...

I'd completely forgotten what I was doing here when I went home. Going to have to write myself a note and stick it in my pocket every day.

Think that'll work?

Hey, I don't remember a door being -

[Voice cuts out, and when it comes back, it's a little darker somehow, a little older]

-this place again.

[ooc: Molly is now canon updated. Ganked the idea from Harry mun. Profound apologies for the use of the word ganked.]

Where am- ah. I remember this place. I always have in the space between sleep and wakefulness.

[ooc: Age reversal!]

[Rustling sound and a hissing intake of breath]

Harry! Hey- can you hear me? Wake up.

Ugh...

Any non hostile entities around? Mouse? [Sharp whistle] Here boy? Come on. Someone? I can't haul him back myself.

Harry's gone.

Kind of mad. Kind of jealous.

I miss Chicago. And dad. Oh hell, even mom. I wonder how dad's doing, anyway. Where's a miracle healing when you need one?

The theme of today is "drink until you forget yesterday."

Let me guess, City, it was a Mardi Gras themed curse? Seven Deadly sins? I'm surprised we don't have ashes on our foreheads today.

...huh.. what if Jesus came to the City?

[She's standing very still, with eyes fixed and wide like she can't see anything and hands behind her back as though bound. There's a hard tension to the lines of her body, so tense, in fact that fine tremors shiver through her body. She makes a sound like a strangled gasp and then-]

No!

[And the video cuts off]

[ooc: At the White Council trial where the verdict is OFF WITH HER HEAD! until Daddy shows up. I mean really, are you going to cut off the head of the kid right in front of the God-touched Daddy who just saved half your senior council's arses? Nope. God might smite you.]

The word of the day is legs.

Let's go back to my place and spread the word.

Oh come on, that one was awful-

That shirt's very becoming on you. If I was on you, I'd be coming, too.

Are you kidding!

Huh.

That's about all I can say about it.

Really City? Really? two days in a row?

At least today was a pretty curse. Man, I feel like I have a hangover.

This place is wild.

I bet the Merlin and his Council wouldn't last a day. Love to see them get eaten in very painful and messy ways. Try and chop my head off? I don't think so.

Let's share, shall we? I'll tell you how to do some of the naughty little mind altering things I've learned, if you teach me something equally malicious, mmkay?

[OOC: Morality reversal. She's now a Very Bad Wizard.]

My mother is the most straight laced, authoritative, unbending woman in the entire world. I doubt she's ever done anything wrong in her entire life. I bet she was the type in school that always knew the answer, always said the right thing, minded her manners, skirts past her knees. . . probably never KISSED until she married my dad.

And now they never stop having sex. Loudly. You have no idea how many siblings I have. And we're all practically nine month apart.

Did I mention she's absolutely frightening? Her biceps are huge and I saw her take down a fairy using a nail gun. A nail gun. And she has absolutely nothing in common with me. She could never understand what it's like to have done something as epically stupid and horrible...

I hate it because I want to be like that. You know, good. Even if she's that type of good that's almost forced. Choosing to do what's right instead of it coming naturally.

My dad, he's the naturally good kind of person. Not the kind who rubs it in your face all the time how perfect they are (Mom) but the kind that makes you want to do good, too. It's kind of disconcerting thinking about what he used to do as a knight... but, I don't think he ever enjoyed hurting anything. It was just necessary-

...oh look, curse day.

Been so tired lately.

Guess I didn't think about how hard learning all this weapon making stuff would be. But my arms are getting more buff.

Wasn't affected by the last curse. Maybe that's a good sign? Like . . everything is so normal in the future that the City isn't going to bother to show me.

And I miss my dad. Sometimes I forget and start thinking he'll show up any minute and everything will be okay again because that's what he does. Did.

Anyone know here know how to forge like, armor and swords and weapons? If you are, I want to learn how. I'll pay you. I'll do grunt work. And lets face it, I'm nice to look at. Anyone?