Welcome to the Sandburg Zone

Hi, you've reached Blair Sandburg...only not. Leave me a message and I'll get right with you. You can also email me.

*waves madly at everyone*

I've missed playing with you all so much and I want to come back, but unfortunately it's just not going to be a possibility in the foreseeable future. I really did think things were going to calm down eventually but I haven't even had time to read FH much less think about playing in it. (Although a little birdy did link me to a Free Hug day that made me smile!) So I'm pulling Abby, Blair and Miley from the game permanently.

This was pretty much my first rping experience ever and I couldn't have picked a better group of people to play with. You all are on crack amazing writers and I'm very grateful I got to know you.

I'll still be reachable through email (Blair's addy is fine) or feel free to friend my regular journal, footontheground.

Blair opened the door, carrying a dozing Tributary in his arms. Looking over his shoulder at River, he pointed towards the bed.

"Wanna just shove the books on the floor for me?"

[Open for the baby's momma and the roommate if he wants to be there.]

Blair was typing up his notes on last night's Bel experiment and trying not to giggle at the memory.

He wasn't trying very hard.

[open!]

Blair was bored. Blair was rooming with Jack. Blair was possibly still not quite over the fact that Jack was sleeping with River.

After raiding the bathroom and making a call down to the concierge for extra supplies, Blair got to work. Peeling back the sheets of Jack's bed, Blair carefully applied a layer of shaving cream over the entire bed. It was hard work to make it all nice and smooth and not let any drip onto the floor. Finally he was done and he made the bed again, putting the mint back on the pillow.

Climbing back into his own bed, Blair chuckled. He really hoped that he was awake when Jack got into bed tonight.

[NFB due to distance. Open to hotel roomie]

Blair walked into the room and dumped his backpack on the floor. He felt like he had been awake for days and flying for a large majority of those days. Looking at the clock, Blair groaned and lay on his bed. Maybe he could just sleep for twenty minutes.

Or an hour.

[ooc: door is closed but post is open!]

The sound of his phone ringing woke Blair and he knocked several books off the shelf before answering.

( Read more... )

Blair hung up the phone and looked around the room. Before he packed his laptop, he sent off a quick email to his friends to let them know what was going on and asked them to feed his fish and water Hank. Picking up his backpack, he closed the door and hurried out of the building.

[ooc: I need a break from the game for a few days so my characters are heading off. If you think you got an email, you did. Blair overshares, so it pretty much laid out the phone call. They'll probably come back sometime next week.]

Blair missed his roomie. Especially when he had woken up as a girl. He couldn't decide if it was because he wanted to see Broots freak out...or if it was that he wanted to see Broots as a girl.

Either way, Blair took a couple pictures of himself to send over email. Hopefully Broots would get a kick out of it.

After that, Blair drug out his emergency supply of notebooks. This sort of event needed documentation.

Blair felt like a walk. Nothing really important to do or anywhere to go. Just felt like walking.

Closing the door on his dorm room, he started down the hall.

[ooc: For a certain sneaky someone. That Blair was walking around is okay for broadacst, that Annette was following him? Not so much.]

After meeting with Zoe to get the okay for a memorial service, Blair started working up a message to spread the word. Emailing everyone seemed impersonal, so he wrote up a simple card. Surprisingly enough, it was hard to figure out just what to say.

Memorial Service for Belthazor

Sunday evening, February 25th

Dorm roof - Near Bel's garden

Well, sometimes short and to the point worked. After handwavily talking to Aziraphale, the messages were delivered in an angel-y fashion. Blair leaned back on his bed and tried to think of just what he should say at the service.

[ooc: The cards were delivered to your room by sneaky angel post. That means if you wanted an invitation, you got one! If you didn't, one wasn't delivered to you. Also, the memorial post will be open to non-students as well and those characters should also have received a handwavy angel delivery. If you want to come but need an IC invitation, ping me here and we'll work something out. Any other questions?]

Blair had not been able to find a lion. He had called a couple of places to ask and had received mostly laughs and hang-ups. Apparently a high school student calling to borrow a lion for an amateur lesson in lion taming was funny. Go figure.

But he had downloaded a few videos offline and was practicing in the middle of the room with a chair and a jump rope. His form was getting better, although he was worried that this might be one of those things that is easier in theory.

After placing a handwavy call to Valentine, he set out a plate of popcorn chicken complete with little cocktail umbrellas. This Master thing wasn't all that hard.

[ooc: open!]

Blair finished meditating and frowned. Besides one really fun encounter with wee Wilson and Aziraphale over the weekend, he had not done anything. He hadn't even given River a Valentine's present or taken her to the dance.

Part of him wondered if he was trying to get her to break up with him first. Finally he decided that he needed to talk to River. Whatever was going to happen with their relationship, he owed her an apology for last week.

Giving her a handwavy call, he opened the door to wait for River.

Blair had spent time on the roof yesterday, trying to reason out just how he was feeling about the weekend in space and River's abilities. He had chatted with Shawn and Billy and River but had never come to any sort of conclusion. Then he had trekked down to Parker's room to give her a hug and ended up talking about the River thing and Bel. Bel dying.

So now Blair was hanging out in his room, not really feeling like going to classes. He had gotten a couple of roses and a gift basket and River had dropped by earlier with chocolates. He had forgotten about the holiday and felt bad that he hadn't gotten River anything, but even that didn't give him enough motivation to head outside.

[ooc: Mostly establishy but open if anyone wants to chat with the emo kid]

Blair opened the door to his room and pulled River in behind him. He had waited for her to take a shower and change clothes before bringing her back to his room to sleep, just in case the nightmares weren't finished.

The two of them were quiet as Blair got the bed ready for River, Blair trying hard not to think of the events of the last couple of days. Leaving on the Acorn, Beaumonde, being in space, Miranda and the Reavers, sending out the signal and...pretty much everything else he surpressed in order to keep it from River. By the look on her face, she knew what he was doing, but was too tired to talk about it as well.

"Stay with me?" River asked, pulling Blair down to the bed. "Just sleeping."

Blair looked at the floor for half a second and then shrugged, climbing under the covers and hugging River close. It was only a matter of moments before the two of them were sound asleep.

[ooc: River modded with permission]

Blair had woken up in enough time to go to his class in the morning and had decided on his way back that meditation semeed like a good idea. He didn't want to examine his memories from last week at all, more like ignore them enough to find peace.

His mom would be so disappointed.

Setting up candles in the room, Blair took a seat and started breathing deeply. It took him longer to slip under than normal and Blair knew it was due to the fact that he still didn't feel entirely comfortable in his own skin. Blair sighed and shook his head. Possession? Not his most favorite thing ever.

[Open! Thread with River is locked to them]

Blair was exhausted and sore and not feeling all that safe. He been possessed by the Source since Tuesday, trapped within in his own body as the Source went around and...and...

Actually, Blair wasn't sure what had exactly had happened while he was possessed. He wasn't always aware of what was going on around him and what he could remember was vague. He really hoped that he hadn't hurt anyone. Then last night there had been an exorcism by the Winchesters, which was a lot more painful than they let on in books. Blair was sore all over and all he wanted to do was sleep for a few days.

If only he could stop jerking himself awake, looking for black demonic clouds coming for him.

[ooc: I'm going to be away from the computer tomorrow so Blair is going to be fitfully sleeping off his possession. If people want to say they stopped by and he wasn't awake, that's fine with me. Broots and River have modding permission to mention that he's sleeping pretty restlessly. i.e. snore, snore, mumble, jerk awake, mumble, snore.]

Blair woke up on the floor next to his bed cuddling his backpack. It took him a moment to remember the fact that River had showed up last night, scared and shaking after a nightmare. He had sat with her till she fell asleep and watched over her most of the night to make sure she didn't have any other nightmares. Sitting up, he leaned over the edge of the bed and gently moved a few strands of hair off of River's forehead.

[ooc: locked to the occupants of 409, please]

Blair was hanging out in his room grumbling about The Man and checking the internet to see if he could find out where Professor Noblet went to college.

He was not having a lot of luck.

[ooc: Open!]

Hanging out on a spaceship with your best friend and your girlfriend was exhausting. Or maybe it was just exhausting following aliens around and trying to interview them for research purposes.

Either way, Blair was sleeping soundly.

[for the sneaky girlfriend]

Blair was hunting Ivanovas in Babylon 5. Which was not as exciting as he would like to pretend. Between the exploring that River, Maia and him had done earlier and the map that Ivanova had made, he knew exactly where he needed to go. That didn't stop him from sneaking around corners and tapping out a secret knock on a door.

Or tapping out the chorus to 'Ever the Same' on the door.

[For Ivanova, obviously]