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[[ooc: Backdated to September 19, because I forgot to do this...]]

Two years. [Pen taps.]

It is strange; it does not seem that long a time, looking back at it now.

Current Music: Mad World ~ Gary Jules

( You will obey all Dalek commands instantly! )

[[ooc: This memory happens at night, around... 9:30-10ish, fyi]]

This place that the Wilderness has turned into. It is Gallifrey.

I shall remain here for some little time. Should you need to find me, I am in some caves within sight of the city, but not walking distance of it.

00, Composer--Aven is with me.

-Fred

Current Music: The Old Apartment ~ Bare Naked Ladies

[Her writing is rushed, a little bigger than she would normally write, in her haste to get the words down on the page.]

What the bloody hell happened while I was away?

[A slight pause, and her next writing is almost calm.]

Precisely how long have I been away?

-Fred

[ooc: I'm assuming 00 was asleep when Fred got home.]

Current Music: Home ~ Breaking Benjamin

I suppose it is [pen taps] somewhat appropriate that my birthday be marked by a resurgence in these troublesome things; I did manage to evade being struck by rubber balls today, though it was a near thing once or twice.

Thank you for the cake, Composer, it was quite good.

-Fred

Current Location: My Manic and I ~ Laura Marling

Sorry, the creatures got into my ink

Incidentally--00, Composer, do you two mind having another pet or three about the place? It would probably be only for a day or two.

[ADDED SOMETIME LATER because she just remembered it when one of the adipose babies tried to nom on it--] Ah, I don't suppose anyone is missing a clock? Pink, with 'Hello Kitty' written across the top of the time-display bit.

-Fred

[[ooc: These are the creatures Fred found under her bed. Also, let's pretend I'm good at doing paint things, and that inkblot over the footprints is actually pretty.]]

To anyone who remembers Storm, I am not he. Why this place saw fit to place me in his body, I shall never know.

...however, I do rather like the jacket.

-Fred

Current Music: Numb ~ Linkin Park

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{Thirty-four (62)} &diams Children waiting for the day they feel good/Happy birthday, happy birthday
{Twenty-two (50)} &diams Audio Memory
{Twenty-one (49)} &diams Broke into the old appartment / This is where we used to live
{Eighteen (46)} &diams There's a yellow brick road/That we follow back home
{Fourteen (42)} &diams A gift to the city, the veins of which have broken me down
{Thirteen (41)} &diams Yes, they're actually made of fat.
{Twelve (40)} &diams Put under the pressure of walking in (his) shoes

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