A sparkling addition to my attire (IC)

I'm sitting at my computer, thoroughly ignoring the gunshots I heard ten minutes ago. I'm looking at my left hand and staring at the ring Roaman slipped onto my hand a few days ago. I almost can't believe I'm getting married again. It seems to have moved so quickly, but let's be honest, with my line of work, who has time to waste? I think we'll be holding the ceremony in Italy. Safer than bringing Alexandr here, and I want him to be there when I wed. The WHEN is still the big question. Something about him...that Roaman...makes me want to wait...something still unknown about him.

Three bodies in the last week. Gruesome, at that. Not that any body is fun to find, but the last few...there's someone or something on the loose that I really don't want to end up facing on my own. Had a bit of a political run in with the park. Came out on top, of course. And got one more reason not to like Odina Darkstone. So, that was a good day.

Missing officer. Again. No one's seen Joss in weeks, and her brother is in town looking for her. Another officer with a hit on her. Seems my next few weeks will be spent on internal affairs.

Ah there's my radio. Guess I can't ignore those gunshots after all.

A Teasing Return to Normalcy? (IC)

The house is done! I put the finishing touches on it this weekend, and it's done. It's bittersweet...almost makes one believe the war never happened. Find a spot of land that still has some life in it, plant some trees, build a house... It's close. Of course the security system, dogs, and wrought iron gates are a harsh reminder of the times, but it sure as hell beats living in that mold-ridden apartment in Apoc. Now I can't wait for Alex to visit...

Work has slowed...Geroff and Khailis ((evil K)) have disappeared again. I can't say much more about SID, but it looks like we'll be very busy again now with a very tough customer. It's actually pretty good timing for me, otherwise I'd be far too wrapped up in Roaman for my own good.

Oh, Roaman...I don't think I've mentioned him yet. So...I met someone on my most recent trip to Italy. Ok, so it wasn't random. I should have known Dea was up to something. I love her though...how could I not? I'll have to write more about him later, but for now I'll just say that I feel like I'm home at last. He's been living in various flats around the world since the war, and he's giving most of them up and moving in with me. It just made sense...he hasn't had a primary home since the war, so we both feel solid at last. I think he'd like for me to leave Midian altogether, but it's not an option. My work is too important to me. Maybe someday...

My coffee pot has stopped dripping, my uniform is waiting for me to fill it. More soon...