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I hate the cold.

And yes, I felt the need to share that with everyone.

...I still don't think I'm ever going to get used to being able to walk.

Urgh.

...I have a hell of a headache. Remind me to never go out drinking with my sister ever again.

First-timer sale this week at Impero!

Tell your friends.

Open all night.

...

I think this is a sign I've been working too much, putting on sales.

While this is by far the least violent transition from one world to another, from the sky to the ground, from up to down, I must say it is the most confusing.

I don't think I'm in the Vinkus anymore.

This is pretty nice city, this version of it, anyway. I am growing fond of it.

I called it. I totally called it. I told you I would blow something up and low and behold. I did. It wasn't because I was juggling plasma this time though like that one time I killed the basket ball court at the Institute. This wasn't really my fault and I apologize to all the people who got hurt. I know it was just a couple bumps and some bruises but that doesn't change the fact people got hurt because of me.

Can I quit now?

Even after being here for a short while, I can say that this place is getting increasingly unappealing.

I would very much like to go home now.

New guy. New guy. New guy. New gal. Another new guy....

Not a single lousy brother in sight. Damn.

Strange.

I don't remember being in New York. Or being alive, actually.

This is...odd. Can someone explain how I woke up in an apartment that isn't my own?

While I like the lush apartment and all the stuff that goes with it I was used to my basement with my self installed carpet and my icebox I actually had to power with ice. The fact I can use a computer is freaking me out and I still can't get used to all this. Technology before the 1950s usually fritzes and explodes on me.

I know I am in some sort of alternate reality because Murphy always answers her phone or picks it up at least to yell at me. That and...there are gods and people from Oz and all sorts of other random things that shouldn't be in the natural world. I could figure it out better if I had Bob. I can't even get in contact with Thomas or Ebenezer.

I really don't want to start my business from scratch. It is hard to become credible when you put yourself in the phone book under Wizard.

Gee, I wonder what a quirky little deity could get up to in a big bad city like this?

I think I'm going to like it here. Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo New York!!!!!!!!!!

WHEN THE HELL DID SOME HALFWIT BITCH STEAL MY WORDS! WHO EVEN IS THIS THIS...I'M GOING TO GO RIP HER THROAT OUT!

I am going to put this here to keep me sane because I have a nasty tendency to loose paper. If I could get a running roster of those of you that still need to finish your primary education that would be fantastic. I hate to inform some of you that our facility is as of yet not equipped to handle secondary/college level education. I would be more than happy to help you get enrolled in a place that does deal in that though be it college or trade school of some sort.

With all of that said Mr. Shacklebolt. I have heard many a lovely thing about you from a perky pink bartender and seem to have some potential students in need of an instructor that shares their specialized skills.

I almost forgot. For those of you not of this dimension our academy will be offering a class on getting to know the world you were dumped into. That includes history, geography, and tidbits you might need to know.

So if you need to finish your education please give me your name, where you are from, when you are from, special circumstances, and where your education stopped that would be lovely.

Hm. How . . . disconcerting.

A girl goes away for a little while, and everything goes haywire.

Right. I know New York when I look out the window but I also know this ain't the school dorm I went to sleep in. I know that mostly in part because the school isn't in New York City but sits all nice and cozy in Salem Center. There is no Ole One Eye strolling around glaring behind his specs and the Professor sure as hell ain't rolling around this place either. I am sure as anything going to get blamed for it all too. They always pick on me because I make the smallest amount of trouble on occasion. I don't even see any sign of Wolvsie either. This is drumming up to suck cause they sure aren't answering the phone at home the school.

With my luck this is some crack job alternate reality the team is always talking about when they think none of us are listening. So anyone care to tell me where the hell I actually am?

I'm Jubilee by the way. If you make fun of my name you will reep the consequences and they aren't pretty.

I'm so loath to say this, but...

Would anybody be so kind as to help me get acquainted with this... city? I'm having too many problems with my wheelchair to do it all by myself.

Damn that farm girl. Damn her and her shoe-stealing ways.

This... definitely isn't Oz.

And it certainly doesn't look very wheelchair-friendly. Joy of joys.