Where The Spirits Dwell

Javert: reluctant magic user, himself (thanks to his gypsy mother), but seeing as his power is being able to take away other people's powers, he thinks he's able to use his abilities "for good".  Still chasing Valjean and, by association, company.

Just another day, for Gabriel Goodman: chaotic school schedule, tormenting his younger sister, being ignored by his dad, and placating his crazy mother. The typical life of an eighteen year old, right? Never mind that his mother suffers from manic depression and vivid hallucinations... ...Exacerbated by Gabe's death, before his second birthday. Diana Goodman is an architect and, as such, she has built an entire life for the ghost of her son, who refused to leave his family. Why would he ever need to? With all the energy he has to feed on - between his mother's mental illness, his father's active refusal to cope, and his sister's resentment - Gabe is, for all intents and purposes, alive. He is solid, essentially corporeal. The blanks of his "life" "away" from home are filled in by his mother's hopes and imagination. With her aid, he is more fulfilled than he ever could have been, had he survived toddlerhood. Being able to capture exclusively his mother's attention and his dependence on her to help shape his growth and personality has made Gabe extremely protective of Diana...and her fragile state that allows her to devote so much energy to him. Because of this, he has spent most of his existence doing his best to sabotage any attempts the Goodmans have made to get her help. Selfish? Of course. At his core, Gabe is still a frightened child who needs his mother. On medication, her belief in him wanes. He becomes intangible, and terrified that he might disappear to her, too. When she seeks help, he acts out: intentionally puts harmful stumbling blocks in his sister's way, prey on his father's fears, convinces his mother to kill herself and be with him rather than risk losing him forever. When Diana receives the electroshock therapy - that Gabe did his best to dissuade her from - she does temporarily lose sight of him, but while he might be invisible and forgotten to her, his father's fear and his sister's hatred are still plenty good to keep him going. Ultimately, Diana does remember her son, but chooses to leave him behind and do her best to seek "solid ground" without the constant aid of her husband or comfort Gabe's presence provided. With his mother gone, Gabe has no choice but to appeal directly to his dad, who - now broken and worn down - is finally able to confront him...but also decides to seek help, effectively banishing Gabe to obscurity, once again. As his family's dysfunction begins to heal, Gabe's ability to "live" is wavering. Stuck at eighteen, he's become bitter and scared as the memories of the life Diana created for him slowly starts to break down. He is beginning to remember his own death too vividly, occasionally rendered helpless by the ghost of the pain that killed him. Desperately, he is trying to hold onto what made him his mother's perfect son, but his instability has turned him into something of a spiteful, dangerous poltergeist, desperate for the the attention and energy his parents and sister no longer bother wasting on him.

GraveRobber: Rogue of Light Shilo: Sylph of Life Nathan: Prince of Doom Marni: Maid of Life  Mag: Seer of Time Rotti: Thief of Breath Luigi: Heir of Rage Pavi: Page of Heart Amber: Mage of Void No one is a hero of Space.  We don't have a frog.  So, doomed session.  (~Our most vital organ was REPOED.  GET IT.) Also pretty sure that Shilo's planet would be the Land of Bugs And Lace. 

Literal exact cross between Once Upon A Time and Repo!.  Presumably, somehow, after taking over, Amber had figured out how to have GeneCo doctors revive Rotti and Mag.  And they were bad guys "fighting" against all the faerie tales, who lived next to GeneCo Towers in a towering hotel of their own.  GeneCo employed fictional "educational" characters, such as Muppets from Seasame Street and so on, to help spread their propaganda.  My friends and I started as outside observers, to the point of even being like, "Wait, this is real, this is a segment on a show?  Who did they get to play...wait, yeah, that's Paul Sorvino." So, my friends and I came "into" it, as..."real people", as observers.  But then we were actually part of the story, living in the "good guy" hotel, I guess sort of helping their cause.  Partially because everyone considered us a neutral party, I think, because we weren't fictional characters, like they were.  So we could go to GeneCo's stupid, like...nightclub/bar/theme park-ish set up without being penalized. Anyway, it was more like weird little stories set in this situation/world than it was a coherent singular storyline.  The first was just me...with a handful of faerie tale characters, some of whom knew who they were, others who understood what the sitch was, but didn't quite remember, yet. There was another part in which Kylee was living in one of the bigger hotel rooms (and I think it was because she was "secretly" a part of Blind Mag that was missing from the revived version of her, who was sort of empty and "wrong" and trapped at GeneCo) and some older people (who were like...supposed to be her mom and granddad maybe?) were on their way out, while we were getting in to hang out with her.  And they were leaving by suspended scaffolding, just outside the window, instead of just...going down the elevator, inside, like normal people.  Which was extra stupid, when you considered they were terrible at operating it. Worse, Kylee had two pet foxes that I think her "mom" was trying to...take.  For whatever reason.  And this older "mom" woman was wearing some sort of apparatus connected to an oxygen tank, so when they were trying to steal these foxes, one of them, on this suspended scaffolding  up very high on the hotel we all lived in, kept jumping up and attacking this woman's equipment.  So I freaked out because the only thing I could think of was the man and woman getting upset and throwing the fox off the scaffolding.  And Kylee freaked out as soon as she realized the babies were gone, so we ran down into the lobby and out the door, into the courtyard to try and see what was going on.  Kylee kept yelling at her "mom" about stealing her pets and I kept having to try and distract her because, in the dark, I kept thinking I could see dead foxes, but every time I was like, "Ok, wait here," she would only get more upset and not wait. Ultimately, they were fine.  I don't know how, besides weirdo absence of logic in dreams, they were...but they were both sproinging around in the courtyard and we collected them and that was the end of that segment. In another part, suddenly this area existed simultaneously in Pismo Beach and in the artists' village in Santa Ana because I was hanging out with some girl I don't remember and Tito and he and I were talking about hotel bars, but also treating the GeneCo theme park-y bar like it was Chapter One, where we used to go, all the time, after Dog Sees God rehearsals/shows.  And he was telling me and this girl that we ought to come and he was like, "Well, you have to bring two people who wouldn't otherwise come," and I explained that I couldn't bring my boyfriend because he hated the place.  Which was only half-true.  And when he was like, "Why?", I had to joke, "Well, come on, do you think GraveRobber REALLY wants to just waltz into GeneCo?"  Cue everyone laughing and us going over to that bar. The weirdo magic defense that the GeneCo Towers seemed to have allowed "real" people in and out, just fine, but if you were a fictional character, you got "penalized".  Which was to say they did something weird to you, but I'm not exactly sure what.  I think they allowed you to come in but you had to...either shed your "human" disguise or be shrunk to, like...doll size, so you "couldn't" pose a threat.  And I guess some fictional patrons were okay with this, but most weren't.  So I had to explain to my girl friend that this was why most of my friends never came in. What I didn't say, revealed in a later segment, is that my boyfriend not coming in wasn't just a joke.  He couldn't because he was sort of...doubly "damned", in this situation.  He was also sort of operating under the impression that he was a "real" person (and had always been), but...he wasn't.  Not only was he actually GraveRobber (and didn't know), he was also Prince Adam, in a way that almost didn't make sense, not because, literally, GR is Adam, but due to the "real" person he was, my boyfriend, who, as himself, is - duh - the Beast.  And he didn't know that, either.  And I only knew this because I knew I was Belle (also duh). Now, okay, dream logic time: the weirdo magic defense in the Towers ought to have affected me because of that.  But the trouble (for them) was that, as Belle, I STILL LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ME.  So, there was no way for them to see through my "disguise", since it wasn't even that.  There seemed to be a sort of faulty clause of "If you legitimately don't know you're fictional, you're not a threat, ergo, you're fine," but I knew that wouldn't work on my boyfriend, if it even worked for anyone, because - regardless of being Adam - they (somehow) knew he was GraveRobber and really, really wanted to get him in their clutches, since as both GR and the Beast, he would be a really powerful ally for the "good guys". So.  I needed to protect him from all of this.  And I woke up, sort of knowing (from an outside perspective), that everyone was about to be in kind of serious trouble, because - of course - there stood a really high chance that I was also Shilo, but I didn't know it and neither did anyone else.  Yet. Dun dun dun. 

House across the street from Nana's & Tata's, but wasn't Nini & Sam's.  Big window in "Brittany & Amanda's room" (although the room itself was smaller) looked yellow and tinted, like an old photograph.  Through it, you could look out at Nana's & Tata's but see, basically, into some weirdo 1970s/early 80s time bubble.  There was a second garage where the "front" steps ought to have been and the yard was bigger, disconnecting that second garage from the house.  On top of this garage which was mostly street level, was more of the yard and something of a grassy mound and what I kept referring to as a mausoleum, but looked kind of like a cross between a crypt and a just-bigger-than-mini-golf sized witch's cottage from a faerie tale.  I also mentioned it being "that Snow White looking motherfucker" or something. House across the street was sort of off-limits because it was supposed to be haunted or just weird.  People had disappeared, never to be seen again, in it.  But I guess there were rumours of the 1970s time bubble window and/or pictures through it, where you could (or, at least, I could) see this second "garage"/crypt structure.  No one else thought it was as cool as I did or cared because, present day, it looked like it does IRL and that was enough for my stupid, unimaginative cousins. For unknown reasons, I was babysitting three little girls and the implication was that two of them were a younger Tori and Mia.  And I think Mia was a little older than Tori, moreso than she really is, IRL.  The third was a friend of Tori's, I think.  The reasons unknown part comes in with being at this off-limits house across the street.  But there was a good reason for it.  I think, maybe, the little girl friend of theirs lived there.  Or something.  Because she seemed to be the instigator of coming to wake Mia and Tori up, who were asleep in a bed with me, and tell them, essentially, "Let's go exploring."  Tori seemed to know what the other girl meant, like they'd done this - even though they weren't allowed to - before.  Mia may have felt left out or just bratty, but followed, also, and Tori and her friend had...these two stickers or beads or something to signify...the order of something, in this forbidden, rumoured weird part of the house, or protection or something.  I don't remember.  But I do remember Mariah switching the girl's and Tori's, so that Tori had something different than she thought, behind their backs, when they were walking over to a panel of a wall, wallpapered in pink and lower-half wood panelling in a Victorian sort of way but maybe not, that actually happened to be a hidden door into this weirdo half of the house that I could tell they'd been sneaking into, even though they knew they shouldn't since that's how you could get LOST. I followed them, first without them knowing, but then as part of their little expedition.  Their little friend and Tori were talking about all the strange rooms they wanted to go into, but the only one I could remember them mentioning was "the cold, snow room".  The little friend also mentioned something about "creating a boy and a girl" and wondering...what they'd do or where they were or something like that.  The girls didn't think much of it, but that mention scared the crap out of me.  Especially when they were all like, "I wonder what else to create!" This forbidden part of the house looked a lot like the rest of the house - which, for the most part, really didn't look anything like Nini & Sam's does IRL - but less furnished and more...not even really abandoned, but very obviously unused.  Like, maybe once upon a time, this wasn't hidden off from the rest of the house, but things got weird, so everyone kind of dropped what they were doing and left it without finishing?  The hallways seemed a little tighter, here, and looked like they might have a staircase that could be a cross between Julie's back staircase and the one at Nini's & Sam's.  In fact, this area did sort of look a bit like Julie's brother's house.  Irrelevant, though. Passing through the panel-door into the hallway, further down the hall, there was what my brain is telling me might have been some sort of sliding door (closet?) on a room, that was partially opened into black.  That, I wondered, might have been where this fabled "created" boy and girl were.  Shivers.  Gross.  But we went a little further to the left, the opposite direction of that room, which would be - if it was Nini and Sam's - sort of where the master bedroom is, next to the staircase?  Anyway.  The room we ended up going into was the "snow room".  Not big enough, I didn't think, to be a bedroom, but maybe a playroom or office or something.  Didn't matter.  Inside, it was - sort of - as advertised.  Across from the door, there was a small, high-up window, but no other real light source.  Floor to ceiling flowerly blue-and-white wallpaper.  Office-ish, cream-coloured carpet.  Or was it grey/blue?  It doesn't matter, maybe.  The room was definitely...not freezing, but significantly cooler than, so far, everything else.  Like someone had turned up the A/C really high, maybe.  But there were no vents.  And, from no real origin but the ceiling, snow was...technically falling.  I remember thinking it really seemed like fake snow, like a trick they'd use at Disney or Universal, but it felt cold enough when it touched that maybe it WAS real.  And I liked it, either way, so we danced around in that room for a while. That may have been "Candice & Melissa's room".  We went into another room, that was where B&A's would have been, with the window.  In here, the little friend was like, "What if the other kids come in and play?" or "We should get the others!" and while I was hesitant about this summoning, the girls were seemingly excited (maybe Mia wasn't) and, while we sat on the floor in a circle, maybe preparing to play a game, two kids...who sort of seemed like older teenagers came in to join us, a boy and a girl.  I guess they sort of reminded me of Cass and Chris, except that the girl seemed more delicate and calm and sad than Cass and the boy seemed a little more friendly and outgoing than Chris.  Her hair was long and strawberry blond, his was darker brown in a bowl cut.  They both looked vaguely 1970sish.  They both wore masks, the boy's hanging around his neck and the girl's pushed back on her head, that both had yellow and turquoise as the predominant colours.  Painted to look...sort of Kabuki-ish?  But not terribly specifically.  Those made me nervous, too. When they came in, I felt sort of weird and the girls, I could tell, also were kind of nervous, even though it seemed like they'd played with these kids before.  The girl sat down next to Mia, who was on my left, and the boy sat across from me in the circle and I, at least, felt tense until the girl pulled out a piece of cardboard and put it over her mouth because it was shaped sort of like a goofy smile.  The little girls laughed and, somehow, this made me feel relieved.  Neither the boy or the girl talked much. Nor really even emoted.  But they were friendly and seemed to want to play with the girls and I had a feeling these were not the "created" things the friend had mentioned.  These might have been kids who had gotten lost in the house, too.  Did that mean we were lost in the house, also? Regardless, we played with them for a while, until for some reason in whatever we were doing, the boy gave me his mask to hold up to my face.  I hesitated because I couldn't figure out why I needed to and, if I did, would it attack me?  Would he attack me?  Would something really bad happen?  But I didn't want to be rude or tip anyone off, so I sort of just...held it up and shrugged and nothing happened, except that the boy smiled and took it back.  Kind in a "See, that wasn't so bad," sort of way. Then, he and I got up and were looking out the big time bubble window and I was explaining how I'd always wanted to see this and goddamn, look at that fucking great mausoleum that my grandparents used to have.  And I remember him asking me what I was talking about, so I pointed to it and that was when, I think, I called it the Snow White house looking thing, it's a crypt.  I might have had some other name for it, too, inferring that it wasn't just a crypt, but I don't remember that.  And I told him that it was too bad the window was just showing us what it looked like and that we couldn't use it to go exploring in that little bubble so that I could see what the fuck was up with that crypt and why no one else ever seemed to care about it.  We both opened either side of the window and hung out of it and the photography look went away, seemingly implying that maybe there was no "bubble", it was just the window, but everything still looked...sort of like it had through the window.  And when I looked down, my parents and a bunch of our relatives were piling into a station wagon to...go...I don't know where.  So I yelled down, "UH, BYE THEN," to my parents who hadn't made any mention of going anywhere and my mom looked around like she almost heard me, but didn't say anything back.  My dad, in the passenger seat, though, did say bye to me and wave.  And eventually my mom waved, too.  And then the idea seemed that maybe I sort of was lost in the house.  But that mausoleum was still at Nana's & Tata's and I needed to go fucking check it out because how fucking cool would that have been. And that's all I really remember.

I have a feeling there are going to be some ridiculous patterns, here. Remus: Worgen Priest (Discipline) Ryan: Gnome Warrior (Protection) Mark: Gnome Priest (Discipline) Jon: Blood Elf Priest (Shadow) Heero: Human Rogue (Combat) Tasuki: Worgen Mage (Fire) Wilson: Human Priest (Discipline) Shilo: Night Elf Priest (Discipline) Donny: Worgen Warrior (Arms) Collin: Blood Elf Hunter (Beast Mastery) Rainbow Dash: Draenei Warrior (Protection) Rocket: Human Warrior (Protection) Charles: Night Elf Monk (Mistweaver) Fionna: Human Paladin (Protection) Ty-Lee: Human Monk (Windwalker) Jake: Human Paladin (Holy) Dolly: Undead Warlock (Demonology) Talia: Blood Elf Rogue (Subtlety) Cass: Human Hunter (Survival) Noel: Night Elf Druid (Balance) Rhys: Worgen Warrior (Protection) Eddie: Worgen Warlock (Affliction) Brad: Human Warlock (Demonology) Veva: ...Wait, this is dumb, just look at Donny's. Bonus notes: I'm sad it makes more sense for Charles to be a Mistweaver than a Brewmaster because lol. Also, if Repo! was WoW, GraveRobber would be a Worgen Rogue, specializing in probably Subtlety.  And if Basterds was WoW, Aldo would, I guess, be a Human Rogue, specializing in Combat.  OOPS DO I HAVE A TYPE.

I most definitely wouldn’t!  The one I’m pretty sure you’re referring to is here, but if you look in the Marni tag on my main tumblr, you’ll see see an endless supply of rants/ideas.In summary, I know it’s usually just a joke (especially as a shout-out at Repo!shadowcast shows - my own, included), but it really bothers me when people seriously decide that Marni’s a “whore” or a bad person or any other thing people like to say because they mistakenly feel bad for Rotti.

So to properly mirror her new friend, Shilo sunk down a few inches so that the tips of her toes, at least, could touch the coffee table that ran parallel to their couch.    “Well, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, if you did like him,” she officially declared, with all the reassurance of a girl who still didn’t quite understand why there could be something wrong with letting someone’s job get in the way of, well…anything.  ”But,” she added, with a little wave of her cookie dough-encrusted spoon, “you have to be careful.  Even just being friends. She watched Becky’s almost-always cheerful face contort, confused, when she asked, “Why would you say that?” But Shilo had already stuffed the spoon in her mouth.  ”GraveRobber says,” she tried to say around it, “all priests are pedophiles.  They have sex with babies.” If it had been strange to see the other girl’s smile disappear, it was even more alien to see her frown.  ”That’s not true.  Not of him, anyway,” she insisted, then got a little too quiet.   For a moment, Shilo panicked.  What if she had said something so wrong that Becky would send her home, without completing the promised sleepover?  Would they still talk?  Did they have to stop being friends?  She opened her mouth to apologize, even though she was more sorry that Becky didn’t believe her - or, in turn, GraveRobber, who was always right - but at least she knew enough to know that you weren’t always supposed to elabourate on apologies. Before she could, the cheer flooded back into her friend’s face.  ”He’s an absolute angel,” she assured Shilo.  ”So much so that he’s totally my real life PB for Castiel.” Although Shilo was still trying to learn this level of fluency in fandom-speak from Becky, the expert, she nodded and smiled and handed the other girl back the communal bowl of cookie dough.  And wiped the imaginary sweat from her forehead. “OH!” Becky exclaimed suddenly.  ”That reminds me!”  Pushing the bowl aside, she threw her blankets off, now trapping Shilo under a small mountain of blue fleece, and jumped up.  She disappeared for what only seemed like a split second and returned to the living room with a manuscript.  ”Did you read my fan fiction yet?  What do you think?” They didn’t speak for the rest of the night.

2. What is their scent? Shilo might be a perfect example of that “clean” smell that candles sometimes claim to be.  Not quite sterile, hospital clean - although I’m sure it was a little bit more that before she started sneaking out, just having come from a sterile room, essentially put together by a doctor.  Now, mostly, she smells like…I guess like she’s just bathed.  Like a fresh, clean soap smell.  Formerly to cover up anything that might smell like cemetery or any place/thing that wasn’t her room, just in case Daddy ever got suspish. If she had a scent, as in perfume, she would probably be just as obsessed with BPAL as I theoretically am.  And every scent would be her scent.  (There are butterfly/moth scents right now.  She would pee with excitement.) 7. Describe their voice. Quiet, for starters, and unsure.  Pure, too, in the way that…like…it has a sort of crystal-clear quality to the sound of it.  Never really whiny and certainly never hoarse.  Not particularly high-pitched, but not low/deep, either.  Surprisingly steady, too, for how often she stops and starts herself, while talking, and for how nervous she usually is, when communicating with others.  10. What is their comfort food? Shilo has absolutely zero fond memories of her dad’s cooking, so nothing he ever made.  She’s still getting used to new tastes and she has a lot of favourite foods, but I think the only thing that qualifies as “comfort” food is peanut butter and sugar sandwiches, not even particularly because of the taste (although she is extremely partial, so far, to sweets), but because it’s the first food she ever figured out how to prepare for herself and the sugar part was always a little, secret treat she would add, knowing that her father would probably lose his mind if he could figure out that she was sneaking sugars for herself. So, it’s less about the food itself and more about the process and the fact that it represents one of the only ways she knows how to take care of herself, without anyone else’s help. 15. What is their top sense? “Top”, being her best or her favourite?  Either way, I can elabourate on both and, oh, I think I will!   When I first looked at the question, I was going to say “taste”, until I realized “top” probably meant “best”.  Taste is not Shilo’s best, most honed sense.  At all.  It’s her most sensitive, though, and favourite because she’s spent her whole life growing up eating nothing but Nathan’s terrible cooking.  And not just his terrible cooking, but his terrible cooking of only bland, boring foods that he thought wouldn’t be “bad” for her.  Over-salted meatloaf and “cookies” made of cardboard and so on.  So, being used to absolutely nothing tasting good, when she does eat something with flavour, she gets really excited, even if it’s a flavour she doesn’t like.  But, since she’s not used to the experience of eating, you know, good food, her tastes a) aren’t very discerning and b) are sort of…all over the place, when it comes to identifying what she’s eating. (So far, she’s fondest of tacos and chocolate.) Her best sense is hearing.  She couldn’t leave her room until Nathan left for work, so she had to listen.  Since she has to be sneaky, she has to know what sounds mean what, otherwise she might have risked getting caught doing something she knew she “shouldn’t” be doing, but needed to, for her own sanity. (She’s also got a pretty good ear for bug sounds.) …It’s also worth mentioning that there are certain things she likes touching, to confirm that they’re real.  (GraveRobber is one of these things.) 17. Any OCD tendencies? The first thing that comes to mind is her compulsion to tuck her hair out of her face/behind her ear.  It’s something she does so often with her wigs that she’ll even do it when she isn’t wearing one and has literally no hair to brush out of the way. All things considered, too, I don’t think it counts as OCD, but she also has difficulty remembering to not take her pills.  Like, she doesn’t, but it’s still instinct for her to reach for a pill bottle when she thinks she feels a withdrawal attack coming on.  Since she’s found and dumped almost her entire stash of “medicine”, too, it’s sort of just become a routine of grabbing/opening empty bottles, then putting them down. 

I realized at some point a couple weeks ago that I haven't actually touched my journal in ages. Which will piss me off later. But really a) when do I ever update on a consistent basis, anymore? I don't know. And b) LIKE IT MATTERS BECAUSE GJ IS NUTS. But, Jack and I came up with pretty much the most amazing story ever, that I keep not having time to finish documenting... It's comparable to the MySpaceverse, but it's not exactly the same thing as it. We began by going throgh the listing on this one game we keep seeing advertised in pbads, a game that takes place in a mall. The "premades", if you could really call them as such, are what stores a character would work in. So, for shits and giggles, we went through the list of stores and decided which of our usual/potentially-would-play PBs we would put where. What started out as a silly little exercise quickly turned into an amazing tale, mostly of piracy. The most important store in the mall (which is now a mall we can assume is set up somewhere with in the city limits of MySpace New York and very much our own mall) is the comic book store. It is run by Adam Savage and its employees include Knoxville, Eddie, and House. Sirius comes to work for them, too. You see, Siri worked at the mall's movie theatre for fifteen years, as a projectionist. (He attributed his faults to other people. *rimshot* That's my favourite joke.) Since he was the weird, older guy with tenure, he pretty much did whatever the hell he wanted to. Which mostly meant running the place to his liking and bringing his bffs from the comic book store over for free movies. Unfortunately! The movie theatre has recently changed ownership and is now run by Barbossa. He doesn't like Siri, for obvious reasons, and fired him as soon as he had the chance to. So Siri works at the comic book store, now. On the same side of the mall as the comic book store, there is also a JC Penny's, a food court, and a little curio/magic shop. Davy Jones is the manager of the JC Penny's. His girlfriend, Tia Dalma, runs the curio shop and tells fortunes. The comic book guys love her. Whenever they can, they come down to visit her and bother her and argue over which of them she likes the best. House pretends he's not that into her, but as soon as the rest of the guys go back to the comic book shop, he goes and does his best to hit on her, too. None of this works because most of the guys have a significant other. Meanwhile, the food court is amazing. "Hispanic"!Bruce works at the Taco Bell with his best buddy, Freddy Rodriguez. They're irrelevant but the most amazing characters ever. There is a Dunkin Donuts, too, at which gnome worked for a while. He got fired while attempting to keep Duo (who also got fired) from eating all the donuts. Because he ended joining the donut eating party. Now, Harry and Ron work there. Will and Anakin work at Subway. Temporarily. They're going to get fired for trying to sell a self-made Broodwich. While they're there, though, they will be very inconvenieced employees whenever anyone tries to order a sammich. Will is on a quest to make the Perfect Sandwich. He is also on a quest to win the heart of Elizabeth, who works at Sephora, and frequently comes to visit him. She never orders a real sammich, she always just tells Will to make her something he thinks she'll love. Sometimes he's spot-on, other times she's like "............Oh. Thanks....." And eats it begrudgingly. Heero works at Hot Dog On A Stick. After Liz is done puking up her gross sammich, she goes to bother her bff, Mimi, who works in the candy store because she is just too dumb to work anywhere else. What she probably does is "greet" at the candy store because I don't think I'd let her near a register. She would probably find some way to blow it up. Then after they stand around and bitch about how Will can't make a girl a sammich, they go see their other bff, Cameron, who is the assitant manager of Build-A-Bear. There is a subplot with Cameron being the evil ASS. manager, too. Her employees are Padme and Henry, who are both very cuddly and nice. They frequently have to complain to their store manager about her and are just crossing their fingers and praying for the day that Cameron will get fired or transfered out to another location. Fairly close to the comic book end of the mall, but not distinctly on that side, is a very large Borders. It is co-managed by woof and Wilson. After he's fired from Dunkin Donuts, they will let gnome pretty much have the run of the in-store cafe. Hermione, after being offered the job several times but declining because she wanted to try to "expand her horizons" by working at Icing, will eventually come to work there, too. Because she belongs with woof people. Padme will be offered a job, also, but really loves her job at Build-A-Bear and will have to decline. She will, however, help out during Christmas. Bam is a mallrat. Sometimes, he stands outside with Jay and Silent Bob and the little Curt. Other times, he bothers gnome at work by sitting in a corner all day. Sometimes, he makes stacks of books and has gnome buy them for him. Occasionally, he goes down to the comic book store and bothers the guys there and makes a similar stack of books that he claims gnome will come buy for him. By the time gnome gets there to do so, however, the guys have most likely put the books back a) to fuck with gnome and b) because they still can't believe he comes down there at Bam's request. In addition to all this other awesomeness, there is a Suncoast on this side of the mall. Mark, Roger, and Collins work there. So does Otis. They're all kind of afraid of him, but they still think he's pretty cool. The comic book guys like him, too, even though they can't even deny that he's kind of weird. Eddie is the only one who routinely gets along with him. They're buddies. There is also a Picture People on this end, managed by Queen Anne. Assistant Managed by BRANDON. They're frequently visited by Jim (Gordon), who is the police officer/detective/whatever who gets called if the security team needs real police work done. Nothing ever happens that he needs to be called for, but he does come around and hang out a lot. And pretends to be a midget, at the Picture People. Matthew McConaghueyweroustlhs, the pumped-up sweaty guy from GNC, wanders by Picture People and bothers Anne because he think she's hot, but HATES the midget she hangs out with. JRM, the creepy greeter at Abercrombie & Fitch, also wanders in and makes creepy rapist eyes at Anne, a lot. He does similar things to the little Curt, outside, on smoke breaks. Most of the time, he just sleazes at the fourteen year old girls who come into A&F. The security team has to be called often. Gibbs heads that force. Marty and Cotton are his right-hand men, while Pintel and Ragetti have the day shift. Because they're incompetant. Somewhere in neutral territory, towards the middle, there's a Victoria's Secret. Mona and Sherie Rene Scott work there. If it came down to it, they would side with the comic pirates. On the exact opposite end of the mall, there is a Nordstrom and a Macy's. Nordstrom is the standing leader in department stores. It has been there forever and plans to stay there always. It is managed by Weatherby Swann. Right next door is a Macy's, which was until recently a Robinson's May. Macy's took it over. And is managed by none other than BECKETT. He acts like it is a much better store than it really is. People are mostly afraid of him, but in a different way from how they're afraid of the comic book guys or Otis. His assistant manager is Jon. They are amazing, tiny people together. Their district manager is Voldemort, whose personal assistants are Bellatrix and Snape. Draco is a sales associate and Beckett thinks he has a great future there. It is Beckett's new ambition, besides taking over Nordstrom, to erradicate the comic book pirates' end of the mall. He plans to do this by secretly employing Davy Jones down at JCPenny's as his minion/spy. Whether or not this will work is questionable. Unbeknownst to Beckett, there is also a small, Christian bookstore run by Dumbledore and Gandalf. They're gay together, but no one really knows this. Except Umbridge, the obnoxious district manager of Picture People. She tries to lunch with Beckett whenever she's in town and let him in on this really interesting piece of news, but even he wants nothing to do with her. Because she's a disgusting woman. Nevermind that knowing as much would probably help his arguement against that half of the mall. It's been a while since I started writing this down, so I'm sure there's stuff I've forgotten to mention, but essentially, that is our mall. 

I'd post everyone, but you'd all probably get really bored reading the same shit over and over again.

Mister Racer, What you and the young lady, Miss Waldorf, seem to be forgetting is that this...ostensible colleague of mine is a teacher.  A professor who specializes in genetic mutations in humans that allow them to develop superhuman abilities that neither you nor I will ever be able to understand or experience in our lifetime.  Perhaps you were mistaken to assume that by being able to read your mind, Professor X (as his team of mutants call him) can also help your mind. If you are dissatisfied with the services rendered to you by Professor Xavier, if I may interject, allow me to lend a hand.  My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane and I am a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum in Gotham.  Before my position at the hospital, I taught psychology to students at Gotham University.  So, you may begin to see why I believe I am infinitely more qualified than Xavier to discuss your...plight with you. Over the past few years, I have been made familiar with your case, not quite by my own volition (but perhaps that it something you should bring up with that chatty woman-friend of yours).  Regardless of the method through which the information was gathered, I find your situation to be intriguing. You'll have to forgive me for not being able to use...magic powers to extract the information, myself, so, please, do tell me, how old, exactly, were you when your brother, Rex Racer, began sexually abusing you?  Further more, when you began this similar...relationship with Racer X, was this before or after you tried to make the connection between him and your brother? This is something I would really love to discuss with you, further.  I urge you to call and make an appointment to visit me at my office so that we might speak, in person.  You would be a fascinating addition to my list of patients. Regards, Dr. Jonathan Crane