I spent all day reading, The Queen's Fool which is written by the lady who wrote The Other Boleyn Girl. It's really fascinating and it talks a lot about Queen Elizabeth I who I love. She was such a strong woman.

I made a little Mai-cave above one of the heater gratings in my room because it's so warm and I can snuggle down and read. I don't think I've really moved all day.

Well.

Mairead came by my office yesterday and she begged and begged for me to go to a movie with her so she didn't have to go alone. So I agreed. Little did I know that before me laid my doom.

She took me to see that Eclipse or Crescent Moon or Breaking Down or whatever the hell that Twilight movie is. I am personally horrified by Edward's eyebrows. Oh yeah, and everything else about him. And everyone. What in the world are those movies about?! From what I can tell, a young woman just decides to give up her family and die for a really old dude who cares more about himself than he does about her. Oh and this werewolf guy is in love with a baby who grows fast. I am going to have nightmares for years.

Meanwhile, Mairead can't stop talking about how it's romantic. Every time I spend time with her it reminds me that Ella will be a teenager some day and will she be in love with asshole vampires?! Because I can turn people into foxes!^* AND I WILL!



^*I don't actually know if I can do this.

Can't sleep. Too wired. Bake all the things and read Passive Aggressive Notes. Resist urge to take topless photos and text them to girlfriend who is in the next room sleeping.

Next time, decaf.

[Famine]
I am making you three coffeecakes because one is never enough and two is just a light snack. We should do something soon!

[George and Wrath]
Joshua isn't going to be a problem, at least for a little while. After he threatened me, Clio's family stepped in and he's, erm...taken care of.

Do you guys know when you are getting back? I have no ulterior motive, I just miss your faces.

[Agatha]
Got time for Patrickcuddles? I have a lot to tell you! Not now obviously. I will settle for doing this at a time when humans are awake and not just bats and Patrick and other children of the night. I do make sweet music though, you have to admit.

Joey and I went to see the new James Bond movie and all I see when I watch those movies now is George being a spy. It kept making me giggle and Joey had to elbow me about 12 times.

Christmas is coming and I get to buy presents! I love buying presents. I am going shopping tomorrow with Mairead because she somehow talked me into a teen shopping trip. If I come back with pierced ears, don't be surprised. Mai is a smooth talker.

I want to decorate the apartment too so when George gets back it's all festive!

[Cocytus]
Uh, so I know that I accidentally sent Satan to you once. And uhm...I doubt that this is even a thing but-

I banished a bunch of snakes a little while ago and while I doubt they go to you like Satan does, just be careful when you open any desk drawers or something? Just in case?

[George]
So. You got sent a box of snakes and I opened it.

Again mostly for my benefit, I thought I would make a resource post about all the forms of Patrick. Headcanon is that Patrick is the original and the rest came after him but I don't actually think this even matters. I listed what each Patrick looks like and the journal they will be played from.

( List of Patrick versions! )

This is mostly for my own brain, but I am sure it is not unappreciated! This is a timeline for the Evil!Patrick AU where he sold his soul instead of being intercepted by Michael in this thread.

☘ October 2010 - Patrick signs away his soul in the hopes that Satan and Lucifer will give him oblivion. Instead it just robs him of his mortal compass and he becomes their ally.

☘ December 2010 - After months of pretending to still have a soul, Patrick leads George and his lover to a warehouse and tortures them for days. (Thread unavailable though I have it in .doc form if anyone wants! Just comment!)

☘ Late December 2010 - George calls his British counterpart to report that Patrick has sold his soul. English George travels to visit Padraig in Dublin only to be taken prisoner by a soulless version of his brother who lost his soul when Patrick sold it. Thread.

☘ January 2011 - Patrick visits Agatha who has been away and hasn't heard he lost his soul. He rapes her and she loses her faith and also renounces. Thread.

☘ February 2011 - Patrick visits Clio. Thread.

☘ December 2011 - Patrick, now short one eye thanks to Hell torture, shows up in Central Park and runs into George and the two fight again. George snaps Patrick's neck and locks the body in a freezer. Thread

☘ February 2012 - Casual run-in with George after Patrick escaped from the freezer. George stops Patrick from drugging a girl and Patrick is annoyed. George breaks his neck and Patrick dies again. Thread

☘ March 2012 - Patrick stalks Dewi who gets annoyed and kills him again by shooting him in the good eye. Thread.

☘ March 2012 - A week after Dewi shoots Patrick, he shows up with bodyguards and kidnaps David to torture him Thread

☘ March 2012 - A few days later, Patrick is still torturing David and he kills him. Before he dies, David forgives Patrick and Patrick is annoyed. Then he chops David up and sends George the head. Thread.

☘ April 2012 - George fights his way through Hell to retrieve Patrick's soul. Thread. (And it is one of the most amazing things I have ever read.)

☘ April 2012 - George and Michael visit Patrick and re-soulenate him. Thread.

☘ April 2012 - Re-ensouled Patrick helps Michael and George put David back together again. Thread.

☘ May 2012 - A re-soulenated Patrick is not doing so well. Thread

[Clio]

I know I just left your house, but I think it might be a good idea if we talk. Is that okay? It's nothing bad, I promise.

[Clio]

I have to go to Kansas in a few days to find Michael. Mostly I want to go to make sure George doesn't do anything silly.

Can my fairy cat stay with you for a little while? Downpatrick can stay with Dewi, but I don't think Kellan will like being around his six other cats.

If not, it's absolutely okay. I am sure someone else will agree. I just trust you the most. He really is no trouble as long as you give him nice salmon. I have all the supplies. And I warned him that if he takes man-shape you will want to hear stories.

[Private]
There is a place out in the middle of nowhere where you can die and stay dead. And I wanted to sell my soul for just that.

No, Patrick. No.

[Wrath, viewable by George]
Are you going to be okay?

[Text to Clio]

Where are you? Do you need me to come to you? I can find my way there. Joey is panicking and if you want me to come there, I will have to bring him if that is okay. If not, he can stay with George.

Finally.

Abortion is still illegal in the Republic, and women from there who want an abortion have to travel to England or Wales. I'm pleased Northern Ireland has taken this step, though I worry about the people who work in the clinic and those who will utilise it.

I hope Padraig is looking after things there. This is a step in the right direction.

He says, knowing that the church would murder him for it and this will come back to bite him in the ass. The Church always did hate it when I stood up for the rights of women. As if it was some kind of foreign concept. Absolutely ridiculous.

[Private]
I don't want your fucking goody-two-shoes God money anyway. Fucking saint. Why don't you mind your own fucking business?! Who even fucking asked you to help in the goddamn first place, huh? Go get shitfaced and fuck a stranger because god fucking knows that's all you're good for. Piece of shit.

It's like Wrath wrote out my inner monologue. Which is eerie, upsetting and unsettling all at once.

[Friends]
I could use a distraction so I don't end up at the pub.

Who wants to go bowling?!

[Clio]

Joey says he talked to you. Thank you so much. You are amazing.

You know if you ever want to talk about anything I am here, right?

[Away from creepy Bad Guys]

Right, so. The Irish Firespitter knows I'm in the city.

Jussssst great.

Went into work late this afternoon and tomorrow I hope to put in an actual entire day.

Keeps me occupied and my mind off other things at any rate.

[Locked to friends]

Joey is alive and in hospital but he never wants to see me again. He's so angry that we couldn't help him. He said it's my fault that he went through it and he's right. If he hadn't known me Lucifer never would have hurt him. Never would have killed Neil.

He slapped me too. Threw water at me and called me a useless slave. I can't blame him. I am useless. One of my best friends was in pain and I couldn't help him and now he hates me.

I don't- I don't know what I might do.

Patrick has no idea George's contacts have located Joey. While he has his fears, he has no confirmation his friend has been taken by Lucifer. He is safely in Washington with Clio and Ella where he can avoid all the horrible things waiting for him back in New York City.

In fact, being in Washington with Clio is the first time Patrick has managed not to think about his breakup for an entire day. Here with is best friend and goddaughter, everything seemed fine and whole and perfect. Clio has a way of calming him and making him feel so much better without even trying.

Patrick had taken a nap during the day and so when Ella woke up in the middle of the night, Patrick had gone to be with her, letting Clio sleep. He had changed her and when she is clean and fed, he sits with her in his lap. Her tiny fingers curl in his hair and he grins at her. My lovely little girl, he coos. I am going to protect you. Your goddaddy is going to make sure no one hurts you. And I'll protect your mommy too, because she's pretty special. Ella babbles at him and giggles when he makes strange faces at her. Patrick presses kisses to her hair. She's innocent and unaware how horrible the world can be and Patrick hopes that lasts for a good, long while. Come on, Ellaroo. I'll read you a story and then you can go back to sleep. I can sing you a song! Would you like that? Singy song! He stands and finds a book to read, perfectly content with the feeling of domesticity it gives him.

[Friends]

I don't even-

So I met someone in the park. Her name is Limos and she is apparently the Greek form of Famine or something. Met her when she accidentally used her powers on me. I called up Famine to help because I didn't understand what was happening.

Still a little shaken up, but I am making a bunch of potatoes so I will feel better.

If I could go for one day without doing something ridiculously stupid, or having something bad happen, I would feel somehow accomplished.

[George and Dewi]
In the past week I have kissed Absinthe and Famine. While Joey is missing.

Fuck I am literally the worst person in the world.

[Clio]
Can I come curl up on your sofa?

I went to visit my new little niece and nephew yesterday and they are SO TINY. Aderyn wanted to swing from my hair and I think Iestyn was afraid of it. And I commented they looked like jellybeans and I think Bridget was a little concerned I was going to eat them.

Don't eat babies, you guys.

So I decided I should stop wallowing and get off my ass and go back to work. It's either that or sit around all day worrying about Joey. I still have no idea where he is and I am starting to think it's something less than good. I talked to his co-workers at the shelter and he never called in. So work is good. Missing silly-haired friend is not.

Not to mention I miss being comforted by- Maybe drinks.

Has anyone seen Joey? I have been past his house a few times and he hasn't been in. I thought he was visiting Xavier but when I went past the hospital myself the nurse said Joey hadn't been by in days.

I supposed he could be at the family's Sleepy Hollow house, but as far as I know he is terrified of going there in case he runs into his parents.

In other news, Downpatrick is finally settling in here at George's. He's a good dog, but he did spend a goodly amount of time hiding under my bed.

Right, well. Life has had a bit of upheaval.

I am planning to go back to my studying though. It had gone a bit by the wayside recently. I have a few more old texts where I show my face. One where I'm chasing a...heaving beast or heaving breasts or something. I have all my books and journals now, so I can get back to it. I also want to remind myself of the Irish language since I seem to have had trouble with it over the past few decades. I need to brush up. I don't want to forget the things that tie me to Ireland.

I also decided I needed to cook really a lot of food. So I went out and bought what turns out to be more ingredients than can fit in George's kitchen. So don't be surprised if some goodies end up on your doorstep. Joey, Famine and Clio, the first batch of noms is actually headed your ways this evening.

I plan to shower the entirety of my social circle with food. Please give me hugs in return. I could use them.

Yesterday was amazing! The party at Times Square was wonderful and the feeling of being there was electric. I am so glad I was there to experience it.

I got a present from Liam today. He sent me a bunch of me stickers (and a terrifying finger puppet that Gray Cat actually attacked and shredded...) and I ran around the house, gleefully sticking them to things. Then I felt like that was a bit proud of me, so I went to the nearest Christian book store to see if I could get some Dewi and John stickers. Because I am in a whimsical mood today, apparently. I didn't find any and I asked a lovely lady if they had any stickers at all. I explained I had seen Saint Patrick stickers and apparently Saint Patrick was a topic she really wanted to talk about. So I stood there for half an hour while she talked to me about me. It was really awkward. Though, bless her, she seemed like a really kind woman. And it was probably worthwhile to hear what people believe about me beyond the information on the internet. I wrote it down when I got home.

I looked up Dewi stickers and I ordered a few. Then I looked up John stickers and that was a little disturbing. Seriously?!

I should eat.

[George]

George, you are not allowed to go after the Morrigna. This ends here.

So help me, I will come sit on you if you try it.

That...wasn't very threatening, but pretend I'm menacing, okay?

Patrick sits in the middle of his bed after his visit with Clio, a journal in his hands. A memory came back to him in the shower, and now he is clad only in his green boxers since his haste to record his memory has meant he did not bother to dress. The unsightly bruise on his side is showcased to the room, but he has more important matters to attend to.

The memories that come are fleeting and in some ways seemingly unimportant. To Patrick, however, they are glimpses of his past and he sees them as small treasures to be hoarded. He writes each one of them down in detail, including the setting and the atmosphere to see if he can encourage more of that memory to come back to him, yet it never does. At least not yet.

But he writes anyway. Just in case.

Just been visited by inspiration, which is wonderful. I keep remembering small things from my past. Like sitting in the middle of some woods and chucking a mushroom at George's head, though I have no idea what he said to cause this fungal incident. I remember praying with Andrew in some snowy and windswept place. I remember eating Dewi's food and then jumping up and kissing his cheek, though I remember nothing else about when or where that happened, just that it was a long time ago.

It isn't the big things. But it makes me feel peaceful in a way. The first things I am remembering are my brothers. I like that.

Look, guys, no alcohol.

Farewell, Neil.

( For the world's more full of weeping )

I can't sleep until I know how Neil is. I spent all night praying and then I thought it would be a good idea to look up Saint Patrick's Day to see how I might even start going about changing a cultural norm because being proactive is supposed to be helpful, only now I feel even more discouraged.

The green. I've gone greenblind. My eyes. And no wonder I'm starting to look like a leprechaun, everyone dresses up as one. I mean, I don't look like me_lucky_charms Liam, but I do look like this a little. I know it's true, it's okay to agree.

I was feeling a little depressed until I found three drawings a group of students had done.

( This, I think I can handle )

I may have gotten something in my eye over that last one. Would that I were, Sweetie. In Heaven, or Happy. Either one.

Now I am back to worrying.

The search for Neil goes well into the night, and while it seems unlikely that he will ever be found in time to save him, Saint John has given them ideas for areas to focus on. The photo Lucifer has sent Saint Patrick is too dark to see any detail other than the horrifying things that have been done to Neil, but that alone is a clue. It has to be dark, and secluded enough for Neil to scream without being heard, a thought that makes Patrick want to vomit when he thinks of it, and it has to be somewhere Lucifer could get Neil in a day and set something so horrific up.

Michael the archangel is also a detective and he puts a description out to every cop walking a beat in the Big Apple. This turns out to be the best move they make, as Neil is not discovered by either angel nor Patrick, but a pair of uniformed officers who took the tip seriously and made it their business to check on an abandoned warehouse in a derelict area of the city. Patrick will later send them a potted shamrock each for their trouble.

( Cut for possible ick )

[Saints and Angels]

Found Neil. Doesn't look good.

It's all my fault. I am such an idiot. Poor Neil.

[Saints and Angels]

Lucifer has Neil!!

I have to go save him!

Dia do thoil maith dom mo pheacaí. Tabhair dom an neart a chur ina éadan na cinn olc agus a ghrá féin arís.

Lig dom teacht ar chothromaíocht idir a úsáid mé a bheith, agus a bhfuil mé anois.

Amen.


OOC: Hover over the possibly badly translated Irish to see what I really meant in English!

I don't even know what this is, but okay. I'll Sheep too! Since I can't sleep hfuwewfoed. I usually panic writing other people's characters, but I'm doing this new thing where I face my fears so HIT ME! ...metaphorically.

Greeks: Zeus storm_bringer, Hermes ever_mercurial, Artemis purityuntainted, Hybris seen_the_nights, Anteros anteroseroseros, Patroclus borrowed_armor

Christian/Hebrew: Michael the_sacred_fire, Saint Patrick shamrocked_, Saint Peter the_rock

Celtic: Liam the Leprechaun me_lucky_charms, The Morrigna themorrigna, Aine summer_sun

European Folklore: Queen Katherine Howard without_a_thorn, Bloody Mary badintheblood

Mortal: Alastair Ramsey walk_in_silence, Joseph Van der Berg cup_of_joseph, Gabriel Kemp tainted_hallows

( A THING WHAT PROMPTS THINGS! )

So it turns out? Archangels like pancakes with ice cream and maple syrup. And they are surprisingly stingy when it comes to letting you use their laptops.

Michael may have just hissed at me 'it's for work, Patrick. Please be careful with it'. So I probably shouldn't look up episodes of Supernatural, hmm?

Drat.

We're just going to pretend THIS is what Saint Patrick is really up to, instead of being incredibly stupid.

( He is, in fact, singing Single Ladies. Yes )

The things you find on Tumblr at 5 am. Mind=officially blown.

(I'll stop posting OOCly now!)

[Private]

It's not the end of the world if I keep messing up and straying farther and farther from the man I was?

So why does it feel like it is, George? Why does it feel like it should be? At the very least the end of me.

[/Private]

[Satan and Lucifer]

Don't gloat or I won't listen.

Do either of you happen to know if there's a way I could...I don't know...not happen to be here? If I die, I just come back. How can I stop coming back.

[Good Christians]

Lucifer came after me. Just so you know he means business.

I hope you all stay stronger than I did.

Hello.

You don't know me (unless you're Joey, oh hai), but I am Neil and I work with Patrick who, silly boy that he is, left his laptop on at work. And do you know what he did then? He proceeded to fall asleep across his desk. Which is actually quite appealing, but that's neither here nor there.

I've stolen his computer and it's done nothing. Then I put kleenex in his mouth and it did nothing, though it looks absolutely hilarious. He's still sleeping. So I am contemplating writing WASH ME across his forehead. Not because he needs a wash, but because that's what people write on cars and I am, essentially, a product of my age. And very deep, if you can't tell.

This is all revenge for making me deal with a lunch room full of hungry pre-teens alone, by the way. And if you've never had to deal with it, you can never understand!