Doors

[Locked to Silver M]
You never told me you were living on a cot.

[Public]

Someone want to clue me in?

[Super Secret Text: Adam W/Val M]

Huge ass party for the end of the world? Yay or Yay?

[Public, at last. From Harry O.]

Please tell me nothing bad happened while I was gone.

[Locked to Daniel W.]
Alive.


[Locked to Max M.]
Seems you had some excitement while I was away.


[Locked to Connor B.]
Back in Vegas, partner.

[Public; as Rumpelstiltskin]
After crossing into the Homelands for the first time; his handwriting is slightly more messy/spiky than Mr Gold's

At least my treasures and spells have held It's a wonder how many familiar, and yet not so familiar names I see on these pages.

[As Spock]

Begin transmission. First officer Spock aboard the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701). Status: all senior officers and command-level junior officers other than Captain James Kirk and myself are presumed missing. In the event that this transmission is relayed to any or all missing crew members, report to the command deck immediately for processing.

[He pauses, with Nyota's name on his lips.]

It appears that further irregularities in time and space have resulted in the transportation of my consciousness into the mind of one who inhabits a primitive Earth, specifically Las Vegas, Nevada (36.1208° N, 115.1722° W). No scientific explanation has been recovered as of this transmission, although this officer has several incomplete theories. Further information is required before a report may be compiled and submitted to the Captain. It also appears that a prolonged presence aboard the USS Enterprise will result in my abrupt and unwilling transportation through the door which has led me here.

I find this most unsettling.

Even more curious are the incoherent transmissions of ancient Earth inhabitants which appear on this device with an alarming frequency. I find them both tedious and difficult to comprehend, and would greatly appreciate the assistance of any linguistic specialists who are able to assist in my efforts at translation.

[Again, he cannot help but think of her.]

Reports to follow as I learn more. End transmission.

[Written in an elegant and stylized hand.]


I find the phrase "fairy tale" to be a touch derogatory. I, for one, don't believe in fairies.

[Filtered message to Legolas and Aragorn]

I thought you two should know. I had a nightmare that...well. That Mr. Frodo became like that Gollum creature. Maybe it's because I know where the Ring is now and it's very close, but I...I'd like that not to ever happen to Mr. Frodo.
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[On Christmas Eve, every alter or character is drawn to Passages. Alters leave their doors. Las Vegas citizens leave their city. Beyond the doors of Passages, a winter wonderland awaits. Characters retain the clothing they arrived in, and the setting changes as soon as the doors close behind them. Doors which refuse to budge again until Christmas morning.]