A brief-ish history of what the fuck is happening in this journal. Alec is rather free with his history. Half the time he makes it up as he goes along. Inhabiting this journal are several versions, or alternates, of Alec. One or two are sort of meta-aware of the others. The rest exist on their own. Also as this journal is for a character who is actively having his history built as he's a character in my novel series, facts about his past, present and future change. For Alec aware of these things, all of them are true and he finds it mildly amusing.

The best example of this is in regards to his love life. Currently he's had several lovers since the start of this journal. It began with his wife, Verra verra_rose, and Lorac lorac_seriph (Yes, I know real creative journal names.) Lorac was/is his insane soul-mate as it stands currently, though this is in flux. Then there was Jono cutting_visions, Alec's old lover. In several RPs back listed, he's been shown as an abusive and possessive lover. However, in writing the novels, he just didn't work like that, and I discovered that he was actually madly in love with Alec and while being an utter prat he's still not abusive. In fact he took over Verra's role who while they were friends I couldn't really feel any romantic chemistry with. (But this is a very recent development)

With me so far?

Then! In the course of the Role Playing Alec met a fire god name Kairos who was played by someone else and they started up a relationship. And it was good. There was much sex. However, Alec being an utter flake, flirted with anyone who came by (male and female) upset Kairos' player and she retconed their relationship. Alec wasn't too happy about it and he cried for a while, but got over it. And he met another nice man named Michael and they dated for a while and then shit happened and they sort of didn't break up. I tried to restart Alec's continuity.

It didn't work. The bastard refused to restart. This is what you get when you have a meta aware pup.

SO! Currently Alec is back to his beginning state of being marvelously self aware of the fourth wall to the point of ignoring it entirely. However, never fear, he'll not break it for your pups in a role-play. He'll just present himself as a rather spazzy individual with too much power; which he'll freely admit to having, and somewhat of a (sort of homeless) drifter through the multiverse.

He does have some homes per-say. There's the Passages Inn, which he doesn't really use any more and then his canon home which he acknowledges its existence but doesn't really live there because he as he is now doesn't fit.

He is trying to start up a relationship with Phoenix ashes_ascending and if things go well, try and crash there. So far things are going well.

There will probably also be bits and pieces of story bits that I throw up here as they occur to me.

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Alec in a trenchcoat Because I can.

It took a bit of a frustrating amount of time, but yes. A quick sketch I did at work of Alec in a trench coat.

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"Do you realize how awkward you've made my life?" Alec asked. His voice doesn't betray any sort of emotion, from seriousness to lighthearted teasing. His face is unreadable as well. Across from him sits a teenage girl, about sixteen years old waif with honey colored hair and a mischievous look in her eyes. She's sipping on a Pepsi. There's only Pepsi in the lovely beach hut. Coke Cola is dangerous.

"I do, da'," she says. Sari continues to sip her drink watching her father. Her legs swing absently as she sits.

"And of course you went to Phoenix first."

"I'm sorry da'," she says. She's not, they both know it. Above them a seagull cries out as it flies over them towards the ocean. "I really wanted to meet him."

Alec really wants to be angry at her for reappearing. She's supposed to be dead. But then again this her, isn't the her that died, any more than he is the him that married her mother. At this point he wasn't even sure who her mother really was. Likely she was like his older-self, an echo of a passing possible dream. And if his older self was real enough, she was too. There was no question about it. Vaguely he wonders what his older self and older Phoenix think about this all. And then when an older Sari will show up to interact with them. Probably soon. As if she can tell what he's thinking, she gives him a smile. "Right. Fine. See how much control I have over my life." He sighs. "Pass the chips, would you?"

"Yes, da," she says, pushing the plate over to him.

Alecs are like cats. They're highly curious and good at getting into places they shouldn't be able to. They saunter into places like they belong there and then somehow end up locked in the cupboard yowling to get let out. When they are let out, the utterly meant it. Completely. Totally. Yes. They meant to get trapped in the cupboard/fall off the couch/slide head first into the window. Though they would be highly insulted if anyone ever compared them to a cat.

Alec, being an Alec, being THE Alec is of course king of this cat-ness.

Which is why he's trying to open up a box currently.

He found it hidden away in a closet. Not his closet. Or Phoenix's. Or anyone he knows closet. He's not even sure where the closet is located or how he got into it. All he knows is that there's this box. It's about the size of a shoe box, made of varnished wood with delightful blues and greens painted in the shape of peacock feathers. It's also locked.

Which automatically means that Alec must unlock it.

If something is locked, there must be something interesting in it, otherwise it wouldn't be locked, now would it?

The lock having been picked, Alec struggled to open the lid. It's stuck.

"Bloody stupid thing... open why don't you!"

The lid snapped off, smacking Alec in the nose. He dropped the box and something glittering rolled out skittering away.

"HEY! Come back here!" he called out, scrambling after the small glowing creature. The two of them tumbled out of the closet into a bedroom where a woman and man stood talking. They were both dressed in what Alec would hazard as Greek clothes.

They stared down at him, shocked. After all it's not every day that some strange man comes tumbling out of the closet chasing after a shiny... creature... ancient Greece... locked box. "... oops."

The surussing of the waves always drifted Alec to sleep quickly. That, plus Phoenix made it even easier to sleep. While getting to sleep was easy, in the floppy comfiness of the bed, dreams were another matter. His mind let loose to drift among thoughts and realities of his different selves meandered through memories as well.

Babylon Five as an ambassador, or a telepath, or a visitor, or a fey bent on conquering the known galaxy, showing up the Volrons and the Shadows. He liked doing that. "Not the only one..." He mumbled as the dreams, that self drifted away.

"But of course not, that's why ..." his voice took on a Cajun accent as he found himself an alternate who was Gambit's son. That soothed out, his accent returning to the normal kind of almost alien Gaelic lilt.

Into his past, or perhaps his future, he dreamed "Mm... Kratz? Lorac? You're...but... but...I don't understand!" This one lingered, capturing him, keeping him like rat in a cage. "No... I can't hurt... please don't hurt her! Him... I lov... no..." He gook a deep sobbing breath. "No.. Lorac... please."

The information on this is true, except for the birth dates, different calender, you know?