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Would I Lie to You? |
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I've been up, I've been down, I've been bad, I've been... well, badder.
But this? This is truly evil.
Oh, and happy birthday to my dear, sweet ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) phantom_dennis-wenikins.
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| In the White Room... still |
[15 May 2003|11:07pm] |
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Dennis found me.
Somehow, his determination to enter the White Room made what was unthinkably impossible... well, possible. His strength of will sent his spirit to me here.
Out of Justin Timberlake.
Into the White Room
Dennis, are you freaking nuts?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
You were corporeal! I had it licked! And now I'm trapped here, and I won't be able to help you, and...
Wait a minute.
I can see you in here!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dennis!!!!!!!!!!!
*runs to her beloved*
*runs right through him*
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| Well *SOMETHING* happened tonight... |
[07 May 2003|10:07pm] |
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Muffin's meows and purrs and growls... I like the growls best... |
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Charles Gunn came in to the White Room. Now, I don't generally hang around the Angel Investigation people, given their fondness for beating the crap out of any Wolfram and Hart employee that they can get their hands on, so I sort of... stayed out of sight. But Muffin padded up to him and got all friendly, in a gee-you-smell-like-catnip-be-my-best-friend sort of way. What the hell...?
I wish I knew what was happening outside of here...
LILAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lemme out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What's happening to Dennis? I hope he's all right, and the the simalcrum that is currently touring the UK in Justin Timberlake's place hasn't been detected... (as long as his manager keeps feeding him moldy orris root, we should be fine...)
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[30 Apr 2003|03:59pm] |
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What? Wait. What? Huh?
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
I am not having a good day.
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[30 Apr 2003|12:21pm] |
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I'm Gonna Love You Just A Little More, Baby; Barry White (I was trying to set a *MOOD* here...) |
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Dennis, I don't care about Jasmine! She's nothing! Remember me? Your beloved Betty? We fell in love and then your mother bricked you up in a wall and then you were a ghost and I worked for an evil law firm? Remember?
Well, now I'm in charge of the evil law firm, you're mother's dead, and you are corporeal. You're alive. You'rehot.
So. Stop. Talking. About. Jasmine!!!!!!!!!
I have got to do something about this...
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| Taking some personal time... |
[29 Apr 2003|01:17pm] |
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It can't be too hard to do a body-transfering spell. Particularly when we have a body without a soul (the teenybopper demon from hell, and a soul without a body (my ever-beloved Dennis.
Rebecca, my dear, if you could take these files down to Cole... I don't think he's working hard enough. If he still has time to bitch at me in his journal, he's not working hard enough.
And then hold all my calls. I'm going to have an... interesting meeting with Mr. Timberlake...
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| Yes! My beloved Dennis! |
[28 Apr 2003|06:40pm] |
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The Wallflowers: One Headlight |
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Rebecca and I have managed to ghostnap Dennis from the Hyperion. (Rebecca, you are my new favorite employee... which considering who my other employees are does not really properly convey my gratitude for your help last night. And don't worry about the Jag -- I'll have it fixed.)
So now Dennis is in an urn. On my desk. Bright, shiny urn. Ah... now what do I do with him?
Oh, dear. Rebecca... tell that Justin Timberlake to go away. He just wants us to do another love spell... no, wait, send him in. I have an idea...
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| I need a Head of Human and Demon Resources... |
[24 Apr 2003|09:27pm] |
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But whoever it was would probably get killed probably by me when I'm frustrated.
Mr. Turner is going to (finally) be useful by negotiating in another dimension for the Transilium Orb. If he returns with it, I should have an easier time convincing people to do what I want them to conducting negotiations. Not perfect, of course, no, no, we couldn't possibly have that, but easier.
Lindsey's Evil Hand is enjoying his control of the body, but still hasn't managed to sign the papers. (The Transilium Orb might come in useful with that... or, dare I say, handy.)
The good news is, I've hired a secretary/spellcaster. Her name is Rebecca. She seems to be very focused and interested, and we'll see how it goes. I hope it goes well... I'm losing my mind.
Someday, soon, if everything calms down at the office, I would love to have a private life. Dearly love to see my beloved Dennis again. But he's probably still under the spell of that wretched bitch Jasmine, and I'd have to do something about that. Hmmm....
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[17 Apr 2003|01:18am] |
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Sigh. I considered cutting off credit card. Instead, I reduced credit limit. To about $12,000. Let's see if my clever, clever employee can negotiate himself out when he can't pay for everything.
***firewall engaged against Cole, the Charmed ones, and anyone who would warn him, them, or their friends***
Also have made the acquaintance of a delightful lady, who has just entered this dimension, since she died in our own.  </a>The Seer is interested in Cole. While I object to anything that would distract him from working for Wolfram and Hart, I applaud anything that will save him from these tedious, "Oh, I'm good, woe is me" tantrums that he throws.
***end firewall***
And then there is this. I've been so busy taking over Wolfram and Hart that I haven't had a chance to communicate with my beloved Dennis, and now he's been lured into the worship of this really desperately annoying Jasmine. But I have a plan...
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| Temp agencies are handy things... |
[15 Apr 2003|02:49pm] |
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Mr. MacDonald's hand is working on the paperwork.
I've finally contacted a temp agency to get some assistants into the office. They claimed that they are having a hard time filling positions because so many of their useless, unable-to-find-job idiots contract employees are calling in Jasmined.
Unfortunately, I can't call in a temp replacement for Mr. Turner, who's calling in angsty for the day.
*sighs* *pounds head on desk* *reconsiders* *pounds temp's head on desk instead*
Much more satisfying.
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| Update in the office |
[15 Apr 2003|04:34am] |
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I think that The One Currently In Charge of Lindsey MacDonald's body is enjoying his new office.
Cole Turner is distracted... but getting the job done. He has been working on the restructuring of our client list. This doesn't mean I forgive him for getting to be the one to kill Lucy. It was expensive and time-consuming to force him back into the office, but I think in the long run it will be worth it. (I haven't heard from either him or Ms. Halliwell as to whether or not they are interested in pursuing the possibility of their son being returned to them.)
I can't turn on the television without hearing people gush in praises of Jasmine. I haven't been around as long as some demons, but honestly, don't people recognize a fairly shop-worn line when they hear it?
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| One useful part of my day. |
[11 Apr 2003|10:10pm] |
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Lucy's dead. Cole is incompitent. And everyone is going gaga over some goddess-come-down-to-earth (yeah, like that hasn't happened before) and acting like they've all got hold of that Talking Stick we had around here a few years ago. (Even Dennis, who isn't even CORPORIAL.) Spare me.
Lindsey won't agree to return to Wolfram and Hart.
Luckily, one thing went right. Got the idea from the April Fool's Day we had, where I ended up in someone else's body. One of the dark wizards I recruited was able to work a spell to swap Lindsey's and the Hand's personalities, when I flip this little hourglass.
Like... now.
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[10 Apr 2003|08:46pm] |
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The constant cooing coming from all sides... ANNOYING |
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Everyone's happy. But me. This SUCKS.
Nothing evil is getting done. My new hire lied about his law degree. He better find me lawyers or I'm stuffing him in a cardboard box... and he can just SUFFER there.
And I can't find Lucy anywhere. Lucy? Luuuuuuuuuuucy?
I. Am. NOT. A. Happy. Demon.
Pout.
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| Busy Wednesday at Wolfram and Hart... |
[09 Apr 2003|01:43pm] |
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ROCK YOUR BODY, JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE |
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Mr. Turner, I'm sorry that you are bored. Here, I will send Lucy down with the files of all the cases that have been sent to the office in the last few months when no one was here to take them and you can sort through them and tell me which needs to be attended to first. Please let her help you in any way possible. And turn the music up, I love demon boy bands.
Luckily, I have managed to hire another lawyer for the firm to help carry the case load (and I didn't have to bribe, bully or badger him into it). Please welcome Mr. Profit. I'm sure he will be an admirable member of the Wolfram and Hart team.
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| Mr. MacDonald... |
[08 Apr 2003|08:38pm] |
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Thank you for coming.
I would like to discuss your position in the firm. As I am sure you are aware, Mr. Turner is now the new Director of Special Projects, the title that you and Ms. Morgan were vying for once upon a time. Your experience with Wolfram and Hart is invaluable particularly since we're running really short of lawyers now, so I would like to put you to work as quickly as possible reviewing current cases and deciding which ones we should accept, given our temporary lack of staff.
This is, of course, contingent on your decision to remain with us. We could work out a contractual case-by-case basis, but really, I would prefer to have you on the staff full-time. And, as Mr. Turner discovered, I can be fairly persuasive with my preferences.
Anything sound interesting?
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Also, to the person who has contacted me, while I would be happy to consider you for the position of my executive assistant, I would like to offer you the position of coordinator of Pro Bono work. Given your moral questions regarding working for me directly, I thought this would be an outstanding job opportunity for you. We could continue your education in Ka'aljr (really, it's a most useful demon language to have), but in the meantime you could be doing something useful for the community.
Interested?
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| At the Wolfram and Hart Corporate Offices... |
[05 Apr 2003|10:33am] |
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Vivaldi |
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Thank you for joining me here this morning. Mr. Turner, as promised, your wife, perfectly safe and sound.
Now, then, the reason why I wanted to speak with both of you; one of the perks of working for Wolfram and Hart is that we look out for our employees. Almost a year ago, I believe, the two of you had something precious stolen from you. I believe it would be possible to return this to you.
I am, of course, speaking of the child that the Seer stole from Phoebe.
Interested?
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