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A little late to the party. I have a sick note from the doctor, I swear.

( I cut because I care )

And I'm sure I'm missing people but I have to run to work now. :) I knew I was missing people. Added two.

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Not to slight anyone else on the list, but some people get their own entries for the sheer amount of wacky history involved.

I still remember, and I could probably still find that first entry where Mike and Sam really started talking. It involved a bunch of discourse on communication, and words being the space between two windows, two different angles and perspective and a whole bunch of allegory. I remember some of it but obviously not all, word for word. It was, however, one of the most introspective and thoughtful and mind-stretching interactions I'd had in a while. It was the sort of thinking that led me to create Sam.

After a while I learned that Mike really was like this. That it wasn't a temporary thing, that it wasn't a brief phase the player was going through, he was really like this. Mike and Sam started talking. They became friends. They became family. I remember, even if LJ has since eaten (although I don't think it has and I still have the archives) the drive that led to Turtle. And storms and flying around on the Tower and some of the best damn roleplay I've ever had in over ten years of RP. Hell, some of the best damn writing.

More than that, I still remember the day, and could give you the date if you cared to ask, that the mun and I started talking. Yes, Fluffy, I remember the day, every year even if you hate anniversaries, and I remember that it was a weird dream I'd had with Bath and cobblestone streets. And then you started talking to me, and I started talking to you.

Over the years it has been one hell of a strange, strange journey. I have moments when I think we're drifting apart and... it hurts. And then something happens, some ridiculous conversation or poking or prodding, usually involving the words "Yes, I know I'm behind on TM prompts" (which I think I am again) and sometimes there are Dalek icons and then I retaliate with cymbal monkeys. Or something. I have a Faculty DVD that has a place of honor on my shelf that really, really shouldn't but it does because it's from you. I have leprechauns I need to send you. Ninja leprechauns. I don't remember that conversation but I know I need to send them to you.

I miss you, sometimes, still. We don't talk or RP as much as we used to, and I miss that. But I still have, and treasure, all those memories and logs and chats and things from the by now years (years! that still boggles my mind) that we've been talking. And some day I really will fly over there, and we'll go to the theatre, and I'll cook dinner for you. :P I've become a pretty good cook. Maybe for your birthday. Even though you hate celebrating anniversaries of any kind.

Love you, Fluff. Now, and always.