[OOC: The coded entry is IC. The cracked text is for you lazy folks. The cipher is not provided, but the entry is public. So it's feasibly decipherable. If someone has a lot of time.]


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( Cipher:James )

Everyone must be aware that as a first year student at Meridian, a person must 'live on campus.' Or more accurately, a person must 'keep a dorm room in one's name.' Which I shall do as it is required. To which I possess the keys. Where I have a bed, a few articles of clothing, a poster tacked to the wall, etc. I've explained to Rachel, the girl who has the dubious honor of sharing this space, that I shall be the best kind of roommate - the absent kind.

For I have also taken an apartment off campus. And I still possess my car which ferries me between the apartment and the campus and anywhere else I wish to go. And in my house reside the many reasons I shall not be sleeping in that awful, cramped, filthy pit of raucous insanity. I mean Nell and Sebastian of course. And the deer mouse that managed to trap itself in my garbage can. It fell in, but couldn't jump out. I know I should let the poor dear go, so it can raid my pantry and enjoy it's fuzzy little wild life. But honestly, it's happy enough in the terrarium. Certainly happier than it was in the rubbish bin. And I've longed for a new life drawing subject. I'm afraid I'm getting rusty. I shan't have much time for personal projects, not with the ridiculous schedule I've managed. Honestly, I need a time-turner. Everyone please ignore the previous statement. Stricken from the record, etc. Especially you Bertie. I don't want to hear it.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to head to class.

Cheers!

[Once active in the negability RPG community, this character now resides at Meridian College in Bartleby, New York as part of the literepetition RPG. The posts prior offer a fairly accurate time line of those events and can be considered to be a generally truthful representation of Miss Potter, despite the change in appearance.]

(Locked to Jane, Bill, Sam, Annie, Gytha, Mikhail, Ron, John Keats, & Dot)

Jane: Your prayers for social engagements has been answered

Bill: Um. This is what happens when you talk to me?! Payback for running a game? It's all Annie's fault!. *runs and hides*

Dot: This is Payback for your Round Table insanity

Mikhail: You will come and You will Enjoy Yourself (also free food)

Gytha: Remember me? We had a conversation about TMNT lunchboxes. Plus you and Mikhail are becoming a matched set, yes?

Ron: Britishness! You must participate.

Keats: The same goes for you.

Sam: Yes, you can bring Tank.

Annie: Yes, you can bring (or make) cake.

So, what am I talking about? Annie and I had a brilliant idea. High Tea. Sunday. 4 o'clock. My (and Sam's) house.

If you're bringing other people, let me know please! We're trying to keep this small. I dont' think I can handle a Round Table experience in my own home. That's not to say you can't bring people, but please for the love of all that is holy, let me know! I have to make this food. That's right. Homemade high tea funny sandwiches. All for you. Do please come. (And we won't be offended if you can't.)

I didn't write anything here over break because, well Bertie, I was with you. And I do so hate to pester the good people here whom occasionally deign to call me 'friend.'

So, for all of you (them), I was in London over the hols. Because I live there. Sort of. Nell and Sebastian came with. It was pretty. I did things and saw people. And now to appease you all.




PUPPY!!!

Meet Tank. He's a sweetie. He's Sam's if you didn't know. More pictures under the cut.

( Cuteness! )

Not too many. I wouldn't want you to overdose on cuteness and jealousy.

In other news, there is a game afoot. Hurrah for D&D. But we need a Shadowrun Game...

And classes are peachy. I will muddle through the poets somehow.

No Bertie, you don't get the whole story. YOU don't get any story. I am most definitely not talking about it. And Not. With. You. Stop asking. Instead, observe the supposed interactions I'm not having with people I don't know which the internet has configured for me.

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last Tuesday I put money in alias_elias's expired parking meter (14 points). Last Thursday I pulled over and changed eliza_phelp's flat tire (15 points). Last Sunday I broke agatha_xie's X-Box (-12 points). In April I ruled Asscrackistan as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). Last Saturday I bought porn for proof_rock (-10 points). Overall, I've been nice (707 points). For Christmas I deserve a Lego set! Sincerely, mistrix_potter

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Did I mention Tank? He's Sam's puppy. (I got Sam a puppy!) I'll post pictures soon. He's a little terrier thing.

Fuck. Why?

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( yes, that code is public )

I plead business as an excuse for my lack of updating. Things have happened - the mundane sort of important things. I think I'm jealous of all those Victorian girls who never had proper schooling, if only because it instilled the disipline to teach one's self. All those empty days, so full of promise (boggle that oxymoron!), and the potential to learn anything in one's father's library. I should amass a library. But when would I have time to read it?

Travelling for work sure puts a dent in my paycheck, and my weekends. I should really find another job, and attempt to continue the lab internship on a much more relaxed schedule. I do love the work, but it feels like I see no one - not even Sam. And I live with him.

Until I work this through, expect to see very little of me. Still if anyone wants anything from Boston let me know. I'm there every weekend.

Nell is adorable. Sebastian is sulking in my bedroom. The two don't even live in the same part of the house, and he's jealous.

I think Sam needs a puppy. Maybe that'll boost his recovery time.

Okay, Bertie, I think I deserve an update on your life now. Pay up, or stop pestering me.

After the perpetual humiliation of past few weeks which culminated this weekend I have come to several conculsions:

       1. I am a berking idiot
       2. --------- Alright, so I only came to one conclusion. However, several decisions
       have been based upon this now proven fact.
             A. I will study Bio-Mechanical Engineering at University
             because (and this is important):
                   1. It facinates. (I must state this seemingly obvious notion, or one might
                   assume that I'm reorienting/more firmly cementing my life due to utterly
                   false and base objectives.)
                   2. I must be clever to pull this off and thus negate the conclusion formed
                   this weekend - an ultimate and continual goal.
                   3. I must begin to engage in extensive prep work, i.e. spend more time in
                   the labs.
                         a. Spending more time in the labs will do much to familiarize myself
                         with the equipment (more so than I am already).
                         b. Creating, running, organizing labs as well as writing reports will
                         prepare me for the many future hours spent doing much of the same.
                         c. This is a legitimate excuse to have no social life.
                         d. I should develop the ability to survive solely as a solitary
                         individual so as to avoid embarrassment and heartache.
       B. I will restrict all of my interests and social activities to the scientific as much
       as possible, as this
             1. shows a focus and dedication to the sciences which will impress all the
             Universities to which I am applying.
             2. will not distract me from the new found Important Things.
             3. excludes all silliness such as play-acting, of which I've had quite enough.
       C. I shall assume my first name at University.
             1. 'Helen' conveys a gentle seriousness, which I wish to appropraite and
             incorporate into my persona.
             2. There is absolutely no chance it can ever be shortened to any
             devestatingly un-serious nicknames.
             3. I will refrain from initiating this change until University because there is
             no point in beginning as 'Helen' this late in my High School career. It would
             only muddle all involved.
             4. To smooth the personal transition from 'Beatrix' to 'Helen', I will now sign
             all of my work H. Beatrix Potter, and will respond to Helen if anyone would
             like to initiate the usage of said epithet.