PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I'm very, very close to narrowing down the area the people who have your friend are posting from. I'm assuming they're keeping her in the same area.

I'll be in the lobby as soon as I have a searchable area.

And I'm guessing now's a good time to mention the whole walking through walls thing. I can do that, and I can bring people with me when I do it. Might come in handy, if you want help on the rescue mission. I've got experience with this sort of thing. Way too much experience, to be honest.

[OOC: Will find location/start lobby thread when Buffy-player gives me the all clear. Feel free to add me on AIM for info-sharing - AerieOnePilot]

So.

Do we have any rules about pets? Or, well, very small sentient beings that many would call pets, but not around them, because their snouts get out of joint?

Okay, I have to admit, it's kind of fun to watch a vampire's reaction when they try to bite me, and pass right through me. And for the record? Phasing a stake into their heart works just as well as the old-fashioned way.

It's been a night full of learning experiences.

So there are enough alternate reality immigrants here that you have your own message board? I'm not sure if this is a comforting thought or not.

I wish I could say this latest of oddball happenings in my life had me freaking out, but quite frankly, it's not like this is the first time something like this has happened to me. For a while, my old team and I called this sort of thing "Tuesday." It also beats my previous accommodations. A lot more light, for one.

Right, so, hi. I'm Kitty. I'm new in town.

What's going on here?

Storm? Bobby?

Anyone?

I don't think this is where I'm supposed to be.

Did someone kidnap me without me realizing it?

The man who runs this cafe said to try asking my questions here, so I'm hoping someone can explain a few things to me. To start with, would anyone have any idea how I ended up here in Los Angeles? I was just leaving my home and found myself on a sidewalk, and I know I can't fly or teleport I wasn't abducted or anything. For once.

Also, the date on the computer says it's 2005. That can't be right. I know what year it is, and 2005 isn't it.

So any answers would be wonderful, especially since I can't seem to contact any of my friends.

Oh, and my name's Rogue. Since it'd be rude to ask so much from ya'll without at least introducing myself first.

I prefer New York.

Someone wanna tell me when Metropolis decided to look darker than the freaking city of Gotham?

Or maybe want to tell me why I was walking into the Daily Planet and now I'm in a coffee shop in what looks like Dante's Inferno?

I want answers and I want them now.

I've been staying with you all for a while, but I haven't really spent a lot of time making friends because I've been busy swinging around on webs because I've been a little distracted. I'd like to start doing that. So! Coming out of hiding here, I'm Peter Parker. I'm big on science, photography, wearing tights and chinese food.

So, who wants to explain to me how a werewolf got into the hotel this weekend? I know you all had other issues you had to deal with, but I hope you realized that Aaron - my BABY almost got EATEN! And if wasn't for Kitty he probably would have been!

So much for me thinking you were all so great. I swear if he was eaten I would have never forgiven any of you!

Thanks Kitty. I owe you one.

Really.

Chloe has been abducted. Lex Luthor is being nonresponsive. My human instincts suggest that breaking into his home and murdering him would be a bad thing, but it is something that may be necessary if he fails to respond soon.

There's an awful lot of crime here.

I can't find a logical way out of this place and it's bugging the hell out of me.

But whatever. It looks like I'm being screwed into a job. Bobby, if you have anything to do with this I am not going to be all care and share the next time that we see each other.

This wait is becoming bloody irritating. Down below this network are posts of people who claim to have traveled elsewhere outside Los Angeles. I was informed we aren't able to leave the city. Evidently one of the sources is lying. Can we depart or not?

Uh.... I'm back from Vegas. Cordy, your car is fine.  And y'know, I think the arena was in Nevada, fuckin' desert looked fuckin' familiar anyway. Looks like I missed all the interesting shit, I'm sorry I wasn't around to bonk the fuck out of shit for you guys....


and uh if you get hitched out there it don't count right i mean it's not for real it's just vegas right? i mean i'm not saying i did just y'know for uh reference