Phyllis Sidheuaine

Everybody has their holiday purchases all wrapped and put away for the Festival of Fried Food or for Christmas. I found out that they also bought stuff for the :kitty:s and the dogs (can't leave them out.)

Ryoutou had fun with the neighbor who slipped the pumpkin to the :kitty:s: he slipped the guy some special brownies, using both prune paste and chocolate Ex-Lax (a laxative.) And "the guys" are afraid of me when I use my April Fool's mantra? I hope the neighbor survives the onslaught.

Tovarish broke a couple of her wand toys (she's got only two speeds: asleep and Jim Carey in The Mask on meth.) Luckily neither Kei nor Suoh were hurt when the toys snapped. Suoh redirected her attention by lightly dusting her with plain flour (she was a bit offended by the act, but submitted to the slings and arrows of outrageous human-style bathing afterwards [couldn't get the right amount of saliva for a proper :kitty: bath].)

All of the :kitty:s have their winter coats in, as do the dogs. The human/oid members of "the clan" got their coats out of storage, and are giving away the ones that are outgrown. There was a coat collection box on campus where we dropped them off before going for replacements, so the guys know where the coats/jackets are going.

We also have some new members. *scream heard in several different planes of existence* Seems that some of the new guys are werefolk, but of a different kind. I can't quite describe what I mean, just that they have two forms, but not quite what anybody here's used to. They dropped in while we were preparing for our late class. Luckily, there were enough "veterans" to take the new guys in hand while those of us with late classes got to school. They're lucky that it's still relatively warm, only in the low- to mid- thirties F. here.

Oops, gotta go. One of the new guys is being harassed, and I think he's a were by the way he's looking at the offender like an anatomy experiment.

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We're listening to some old rock concerts on the radio.

How old, you ask?

The "main concert" is Queen, recorded at the Montreal Colosseum exactly a decade to the day before Freddie Mercury passed away from complications of AIDS. There was also a performance by Guns 'n Roses in 1992, and the 38 Special concert was even older than Queen's concert.

The neighbor who gave the :kitty:s pumpkin is in the hospital. He ate every last one of the brownies that Ryoutou gave him, and he had to be put into ICU until the brownies are out of his system. He exacerbated the problem by having a couple of six packs of cheap American beer, so he's got a couple of IVs in his arm. He might be out of the complex soon, though (nonpayment of rent.)

The new werefolk are hiding in plain sight, pretending to be rather large Afghan hounds, whenever somebody drops in. I've introduced them to stuffed burgers (they seem to adore super sharp Cheddar, feta, Provolone, Gouda, Edam or Havarti, and turn their noses up at Pepper Jack [I can understand due to the peppers in the cheese because not every being can stomach them].) I also introduced them to a couple of apple varieties, one being a variety that tastes like it was infused with lemon juice (but it wasn't.)

I'm ecstatic that they've agreed to wear real dog collars when they're in their were forms, complete with ID tags (makes it a whole lot easier for us, especially in the grocery store, having our severely-visually-impaired swordsman with a fully-IDed canine guide, even though Afghan hounds aren't used for that purpose.)

Oops, gotta go. One of the neighbors is chasing after one of the new werefolk, and he's being chased by the other two in turn as well as the "human" members of the teams. Oops, there are several others from "the clan" that are joining in on the fun. WREN, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT PULSE CANNONS?

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I felt sorry for the neighbor who lost her dog, but just for a couple of minutes [if that long].) You see, she invited one of the new werefolk, who was in his humanoid form, into her apartment. He called the SPCA inside her apartment, claiming that she had a dog in her apartment, which was against her lease. He then transformed into his Afghan hound-like form and waited for the erunam to hit the fan. Chiryu Mamoru went upstairs to claim the errant were since he was the only one home at the time, plus he's one of our practicing attorneys. I have a feeling the errant neighbor might have to find new lodging soon due to breaking her lease.

The werefolk's "owner" was beside himself when he found out about the attempted "relocation". What was funny was that Sado talked to the guy before the situation literally got explosive.

I was asked earlier about the stuff going on around the apartment and around town. Cue the explanations about both Hanukkah and Christmas. The eldest werefolk asked about a peculiar car that was blaring stuff, which prompted Yun to do a quick sketch of the most annoying driver cruising the east side of town along with his modified hearse. Every one of the newbies jumped up, pointed at the sketches and shouted in unison, "THAT'S HIM!" Jin responded, "He's more annoying than fleas," which got the werefolk reflexively scratching. I just told them that the guy has a file at the police stations about the thickness of the unabridged dictionary that some of the :kitty:s use as a scratching post, filled with complaints of harassment (both from him and about him,) trespassing and disregarding restraining orders. "I won't ask you to use his hearse as a fire hydrant next time you see it, but if you do use it as such, I won't give you grief for it."

Oops, gotta go. Chii's looking at the Fishy Feast. Again.

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A couple of the werefolk had a minor altercation at a Hanukkah party we were invited to, although they didn't start it. You see, when a guide dog does something inappropriate, it's owner is supposed to be the one to reprimand it. One of the other guests at the party deliberately stepped on the youngest were, then smacked him upside the muzzle. He (the were) yelped, not knowing what he did wrong, which caught the attention of his elders, his actual owner and the blind swordsman. Mamoru (the swordsman, not the lawyer) read the human the riot act while elder weres emitted controlled waves of "If you touch him again, we'll kill you in such a way that it'll be untraceable, even by our partners."

The hosts of the party asked what was wrong, and Mamoru told them that the guest had smacked his guide dog after stepping on him. Another one of the guests blurted, "Your dog shouldn't be reprimanded by a stranger! She's your dog, not someone else's!" And the hosts wonder why we don't participate more in the other group's activities...

Later on during the party, the guy who hit the were went up to FeiLong and asked him where he got his wig. FeiLong just arched an eyebrow before asking "Wig?" His tone caught the attention of everybody, including the people who were working in the kitchen. I then politely apologized to our hosts and then (blatantly) lied through my teeth, saying that we all had finals in about a hour or an hour and a half that we had to do some last minute preparations for. I then whispered to FeiLong that Tao would be more than happy to comb his laoban's hair when he got home from school.

I dread the next time we have to deal with the jerk, either at my "bank" or at another party.

Oh, and I "heard" from my brother-in-law when I got home. Seems somebody else is looking for him for passing a bad check or the like. Needless to say, everybody had pizza cups for both lunch and dinner (not that they minded.)

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The newbies are getting in the spirit of the "Festival of Frying" (they seem to like the attempts at Navajo fry bread [I told them to just wait until they have the real stuff from the American Indian Student Organization].) The apartment reeks of cooking oil, luckily none of it burned/stale oil.

Speaking of burning, the laundromat closest to my apartment had another fire. Eight washers and six dryers destroyed (the person who was hired to take care of the place didn't do her job.) What was worse was that the washers that were destroyed were HE washers, which aren't cheap.

Unfortunately, the other one that we used to use is now a doggy day care center (the newest weres tried it out, and declared it unfit for man or beast.) The eldest were (who was in his Afghan hound-like form) was challenged by one of the other dogs (the challenger has killed a couple of dogs there already.) They don't think the full-blooded dog is going to make it (the were told all of the vets that the stupid dog shouldn't have gone after a mystical beast, especially one that was a first generation to set paw on this soil.) After that fight, the rest of the dogs submitted to him, but I don't think any of our canine or canine-like members are going back.

Oops, gotta go. The owner of the other dog is here with ASPCA officers, and they want to talk to me.

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Had some "excitement" on our way to Tyler's and America's (when we got there, the "newbies" were introduced and the weres transformed from their Afghan hound forms to their humanoid forms, freaking Tyler out.)

A guy who got off the bus at the same time we did decided that, instead of asking to use the "facilities" at a bar, he used a light pole. The second eldest were expressed his displeasure at the unnecessary "show" by leaving a bite mark on an exposed "cheek". Hitsugaya looked at the guy and said, "I'd like to inform you that I'm underage." A cop heard that, and "hilarity" ensued.

We introduced the "newbies" to tabletop role-playing, Tovarish showing them how she "rolls" her own dice (yeah, she's an RPer, complete with her very own dice and set of character sheets.) Afterward, Tyler showed us a video rant of a horrible waste of celluloid (a horror flick titled Jack Frost.) Kenpachi was funny, though, saying that he'd like to see that serial killer try to go after him or the "old man" (talking about the captain of the First Division.) You see, the captain of the First Division of the shinigami's element is fire, and, if he doesn't hold back, everything burns, including the water in the atmosphere. I'm not sure if he's immune to his sword's effect or not.

Anyway, America's mother thanked us for watching her furred managers, even though one of them never showed her face, and Tyler thanked me for returning his keys (we used them to get into the upstairs apartment.) I apologized for being such a pest, calling them five times over the weekend concerning difficulties we had with the keys and a couple of people "sniffing" around the mail (which we brought in to keep prospective burglars away due to "someone's home".)

Oops, gotta go. The "Festival of Frying" is starting up again, and there's a "discussion" about what to make and the best oil to use.

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We had a mass exodus of shinigami yesterday. Turned out that the woman who lived in one of the upstairs apartments since I've been here passed away, and several "hungry ghosts" decided to "welcome" her. What was amusing (to me) was that Sasakibe Choujirou was the one to "escort" her soul to the "other side" (I guess the fact that his weapon-of-choice is a rapier, which she recognized as an Occidental weapon [the others use more Oriental weapons].)

You see, she was old enough to remember WWII and being transported from England to the US, plus all of the anti-Japanese propaganda that flooded the US.

Anyway, I was asked a question I couldn't answer: how is the new neighbor going to react to all of "the clan"? I guess they are afraid of their reception or that they're going to have more difficulties/"chases"/"accidental weapons' discharge". I guess I can empathize, especially if there are more "evacuate the building" alarms (Ukitake loathes those even more than I do.)

Ah, well, I guess I'd better go. We might have some more joining us. *enormouscry*

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Ah, semi-peace. Football season's over (American football, that is.) Unfortunately, almost everybody I know near where I live, plus every radio station is making a fooking big deal over the loss, like it was the end of the world. There are much more important things in life than who wins or loses a football game. Hell, the offensive coach lost his son last week (he fell through thin ice and drowned) plus several other people aren't waking up anymore.

Anyway, we're almost ready for next week when classes begin for those of us signed up. Takaba signed up for an interesting class - underwater photography. He'll have another source of income to help with all of our outgo. Wren is signed up for rescue diving (just has to remember not to transform into a submarine whenever he dives.) On top of all of that, some of the guys are working with the Japanese, the Italian and the Chinese departments as tutors and occasionally sitting in if something amiss happens to the TAs.

Oh, yeah, we have some new "guests". One of the good things about these "guests" is that they speak English (most as a first language.) You see, it makes communicating with them a helloandhowdoyoudo of a lot easier for me. What was funny was that the youngest of the werefolk was in his other form, and the largest of the newcomers associated the were with his mom. That was an embarrassing situation, especially when the eldest one reprimanded Keith (the newcomer,) canine-style. Turns out that he was a feral child, raised mostly by a stray dog from the age of three to fifteen.

Oops, I need to go. Keith is about to be reprimanded again by the eldest werefolk.

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We had some excitement late last night, and Wren was involved in a way.

You see, the police were called here for the neighbor across the hall from me. How do I know? I let them into the building.

Anyway, she refused to answer when they knocked on her door and they started breaking down her door. That's when things got rather interesting on Wren's part. You see, after about two minutes of trying to break down the door, Wren volunteered his services to get them inside her apartment. A moment later, the only parts of the door that were still attached to the frame were the deadbolt (still engaged) and a hinge. He's not a huge guy, but, as a cyborg, he's rather solid (literally.) I think the poor officers had to change their uniforms after seeing what the combat specialist is capable of doing without his weapons. The police officers called in an emergency repair for the apartment door.

What's sad is that the whole situation could've been avoided if she had answered her door. If she wasn't sure if they were real police officers, she could've called the precinct's non-emergency number and asked if they had any officers with a particular name that fit a particular description.

I just hope Wren doesn't get in trouble for B and E. Oh, and he had several :kitty:s sleep with him, their purr motors turned on full.

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Wren's not in trouble for B and E, but he's been warned not to do that again. I think he'll just punch out both the lock and the knob if there's a next time. I know that the deadbolt goes into the frame for about 2", but that won't stop him.

Anyway, the door across the way has a temporary replacement, but there isn't any way for anyone to enter without breaking it in or climbing through the windows on the other side. I hope the door's replaced soon, otherwise there's going to be trouble for any future tenants.

Oh, the snow spirits had a field day with the snow storm we had yesterday. Roy Mustang, on the other hand, was rather miserable. I ended up making miso ramen along with slow cooker minestrone to help warm him up. One of the other members of "the clan" made a pot of tomato soup using hot salsa (he adored that!) One of the longhaired :kitty:s wrapped herself around the fire alchemist's neck like a fur stole, then fell asleep, only moving when he went to bed himself.

Oops, gotta go. Keith is teasing Roy, and it looks like the colonel's about to make "Keith flambe". Literally.

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