Tenth entry: [Text] - [Private to Ichabod]

[the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com]

[For the past hour or so, Elizabeth had been trying to speak normally. However, with mysterious music playing from somewhere in her room and it's getting quieter whenever she went to speak, she had gotten fairly fed up. She didn't fancy herself as much of a singer, so, finding her Blackberry, she switched it on, and, using the keypad, she slowly wrote out her message]


I have no idea what's happening around here; honestly, I'm glad to be off of the beach and back  to the house, but this is absurd! I cannot open my mouth without the words sounding like a song! Is it the same for you?

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[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Left to his own devices, you can count on Matt to be in one of two places -- his room or the game room. Right now, it's the latter. There's a neon plastic gun in his hands which is aimed at the screen, picking off 2-D zombies left and right.

And then it starts. A bassline that some will be familiar with. Matt certainly is.

Hey, if he has to sing, it's going to be to Queen. He was never the type to write emo poetry or lyrics. That kind of thing's for chicks.

Matt starts pulling the trigger in time with the beat, the on-screen body count climbing higher and higher. He just can't miss -- not that he does normally anyway. He even spins and shoots one over his shoulder. Hell, thanks to the Author, he might just beat his own high score.]