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I hate dogs and cultists.

Cultists with dogs are just beyond what I can accept.

We are home, if by home I mean 'Amanda is home resting, Doug and I will be in the office once we have hot showers and change our clothes and change bandages.'

I do not want to talk about exactly how we got taken unawares by cultists in a library at all after today. I suspect a distraction spell, since Doug and I were occupied in a very uncharacteristic manner when they arrived, and several of the cultists demonstrated magical ability.

We did disrupt a major Lokian Ásatrú cult who were conducting human sacrifices. Doug faxed some anonymous tips to Oslo's police and since several of their members are in hospital suffering from burns from a ''gas explosion'', I cannot imagine that Oslo's police department will have much trouble finding them.

I also now owe Shiro Yoshida a lot of sushi and have to replace ninety dollar shoes. I think the giant world-ending dog ate them.

We may have also saved the world with Jubilee's bucket of fried chicken and Wanda owes Cain all the beer in the world, or so he says.
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Well, it is my job to inform you that Doug, Marie-Ange, and Amanda have not checked in at their appointed time, and are officially missing. You know, within the letter of the law - because really, who is to say that Doug has not simply lost track of time pretending to be an elf on the internet, and the others are waiting for him to finish with that - but it is, actually, literally my job. So there you are. Informed. I'm going back to the filing, and writing a letter detailing why I should not be put on the Sunday night shift ever again.

By the way: Whoever thinks that 'G' comes before 'C' in the alphabet is in for a cruel awakening someday. I only hope I am there to witness it.
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Road trip

So, with regard to our latest Wacky Cult People, all signs appear to point to Norway and some manner of fringe Asatru (Aesir-worshippers) group. Our biggest lead is this Gunnar Olsen that Angie managed to dig up from the Muir footage.

I'm thinking the best plan of action is to go do some legwork in Oslo. Me, Angie, and Amanda, probably posing as exchange students on a research trip or something like that. Research and information is the order of the day, but if we get in over our heads, we'll push the panic button.

And now, I get to go talk to Manuel. Whee.
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In Other News

You'll find footage from the attempted break in at Muir the other day on the shared drive. Even if this wasn't one of our friends, there is a history of bastards with bad reasons to be trying for things on Muir, so this is a priority job, boys and girls, and I hope none of you had important weekend plans.

Who are these people, and why are they trying to fuck with my friends?