Good evening Babydolls.
I address you from a different side of the ocean than I usually do - I also address you despite the fact that my head is pounding just looking at a computer screen.
What I do for you people.
So, we got the emails. And we haven't done anything with them yet, since at the current moment, we're all separated (and the only reliable scanner of said boxes is my mother's phone). Yes, I know, we're being bad, but we should be back in commission Monday or so. I personally don't get out of here until Tuesday, but Outcast has spontaneously gone missing and we think she'll be back on the first of the week (but dear, we miss you...if you don't want roaming charges at least say so, so I at least know where you are).
Wondercon was lovely. The thrill of being a villain among heroes and having nobody know was greater than I expected it to be (especially when some of them wanted pictures. Oh the things they'll never know...).
Unfortunately, that many people all gathered up is an inevitable breeding ground for illness. So right now, I'm bedridden with what I hear people call the "Con-plauge" - aka we have no idea what it is but we feel terrible so let's put a label on it. Ai.r and I, despite being together basically the whole weekend, ended up getting two different things. How? We're not sure.
But god I feel terrible. I need to go back to sleep.
Anyways, don't expect posts from us for the next week or so. Outcast is basically MIA, ai.r and I are sick, and we're all in various locations and can't get in contact.
So goodnight Babydolls.
With love,
~Blackwood
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