Below are the most recent 4 friends' journal entries.

Wednesday, October 1st, 2008
haldane_king	6:20a	Third Person, Closed. He'd had quite enough of rattling around, without direction or purpose. Elder law wasn't precisely his forte, and he knew that. He needed to be in an entirely different occupation if he was going to be happy. Preferably one with either more power or more action. If he could arrange both, it would be so much better than either alone. His British citizinship was a bit of a hinderance, so he grumped to himself and went about becoming American. The legal way. After that, he hadn't been at all joking about the shift to law enforcement. He was older, which might make it harder, with a medical 'history', but he was healthy now and more than fit. Being a cop would have to be good enough. He doubted the American public would apperciate a monarch. Not that he wouldn't have gone there if he thought he could get away with it. (Comment on this)
free_voice	6:15a	Third Person, Closed. Logan had been buried in Amnesty International work for the past several weeks. He'd bitched and grumbled through the various sevens, but over all he'd been occupied entirely with his job. It wasn't exactly Eyes Only, but the level of obsession he'd reached with this particular project was very, very similar. Except of course he didn't send Arthur off to beat people up for him. He didn't think Arthur would go for it, for one thing, and for another getting him into a third world country might prove harder than getting a transgenic into a deserted wharehouse. So, he stuck with his computer and dancing around the legal system. He'd finally come up for air, bewildered by the time that had passed and slightly surly. He was kind of bear-like that way. That way and the amount of hair on his chest. The next time Arthur shaved his face, Logan decided as he rummaged around the kitchen, that's what he'd shave. Knowing his luck, Art would probably like it. (Comment on this)
bratty_one	6:10a	Third Person, Closed. Brian was, by nature, something of a loner. He never had been, and never would be, capable of being nearly as vivacious and gregacious as Lestat -- Liam. He was quieter, more introspective and, frankly, bitchier. Still, he'd met his deadline and handed his manuscript over for editing. That meant he had time to catch up with people, and he really should try to check up on his sister if no one else. As long as there was no talk of their dead brother that should be just about bearable. Maybe. Of course, he should also catch up with Liam and find out who (besides Geoff) he was sleeping with these days. If he was feeling particularly ambitious he might even talk to Geoff, as he'd heard Geoff wanted to do. On second thought, if he was feeling particularly ambitious he'd get out and meet new people. If he was feeling particularly masochistic he'd talk to Geoff. All in all, though, he was there and alive and well. It was more than could be said for the bulk of his previous life. Fucking Lestat. (Comment on this)
captain_flirt	6:06a	Third Person, Closed. Jack was doing pretty damn well, all things considered. He'd kissed and made up with Jay, he was still stalking Hank's ass with both patience and determination, and he'd finally stopped feeling like he was living in the bathroom, thanks to his return to HAART. He was out of touch with everyone, thanks to the time he'd spent re-acclimating to his medication, but he'd managed to at least keep up with work -- both at the college and at the research facility. It was much, much easier to catch up with people than bills, and he'd learned that lesson the hard way, years ago. Now all he had to do was *do it*. (Comment on this)