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[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I seem to have broken the dishwasher again. You know, every time I do this, poor dear Crowley tries to teach me how to use it, but I always seem to forget. Oh, bother. I'll just have to get him to tell me again, but whenever he does, I'm always so distracted because I have to be thinking about important Heavenly Business all the time. Otherwise, who would save the world from certain destruction? It isn't as though we live in a town of superheroes, you know.

Where has Crowley gone? Maybe he's gone out to get more tea like I've been subtly hinting all week. We're out, you know. I suppose that I should have expected as much after having the entire City over for tea, but I do so enjoy company.

I think one of Crowley's plants is wilting. Oh dear. What does one do for tortured plants?

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[Voice forever]

[tinybutdeadly]

Give the plant a bit of water. Not a lot, just enough so the dirt gets damp.

That outta help it. Dunno about the dishwasher thing though.

[text]

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Well, he does water them. Honestly, I don't know what he does to them. They just look so tragic the poor things, and I'm not supposed to touch them, you know, but I just can't help it because I hate to see anything dying.

I think I'm going to have to get the nice man who used to live across the hall to fix it. Oh goodness. I don't know why he won't let me just wash them by hand.

[goddamnniteowl.livejournal.com]

Need any help?

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Oh, that would be just perfect!

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Get a new plant.

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

But he would notice!

[spiderdefying.livejournal.com]

You mean, like a dishwashing slave?

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Um. I suppose so?

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

You water 'em.

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

That's not it, though! They can plenty of water; I water them when he isn't looking.

They just always look so sad.

[easytochop.livejournal.com]

Tortured plants.

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Yes. He's horrid to them. Oh, goodness, I don't know how I live with him, really. Just terrible. Quite a lost cause, you know. I really should tell Him, but I don't really want to because I've grown fond of the bugger. He's really just a nice, mistaken boy. He didn't mean to go wrong.

I'm sorry; I'm rambling.

[voice]

[guideslight.livejournal.com]

Why, talk to it, of course. It needs cheering.

I'm afraid I can't help with the dishwasher, though.

[text]

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

He does talk to them, though. I think that's the trouble!

That's all right; I've got a friend who's clever with machinery.

[voice]

[pi-ka-chuuuu.livejournal.com]

Why would anyone want to torture plants?

[voice]

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

I think it's some kind of power play.

[meaculpable.livejournal.com]

[meaculpable.livejournal.com]

You poor, poor child.

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Pardon?

keywords

[returntoeven.livejournal.com]

Revive them.

Re: keywords

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Oh! Yes, I suppose I could.

[appliest-apple.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

Oh, there you are, my dear! I've been searching and searching all morning, my dear boy, and I just could not find you.

ooc;

[of-thursdays.livejournal.com]

sob. why don't i exiiiiist right now.

Re: ooc;

[not-occult.livejournal.com]

it's such a shaaaaame.