Ridgeway Resort - Network Comm

Looks like we've come back again. I have a really bad headache now. Still, it's so much better than space. This cannot be overstated. Ridgeway > Anything involving traveling for months in a shuttle with another couple.

So, anyone who was here last time still here?

Private to the manager

I notice Alex and I aren't in a room together. Mind if we shack up?

Has anyone gotten rid of their bracelets yet? I can't remember ever being so bored

With so many people out because of illness, I expected the town to be empty. But the guests keep coming, which makes sense. I wonder if this happened for their amusement, or that of our keeper?

Do these things usually last a long time? I'm sure the star entertainers of this resort wouldn't be put out of commission permanently.

So... stuck in another weird place, with a weird cast of people... this ought to be interesting.

This must be Thursday.

The communication board is an interesting touch. Typically communication to others is limited, rather than encouraged. There is usually also more taunting, and less of a summer camp feel.

So I'm stuck in an atypical alternate universe, this time. To think I was worried about getting bored for a minute.

I dislike this inactivity. Patrolling the compound is next to being inert. I normally would not ask, but would anyone be interested in a practice battle? I would much prefer the danger room Or perhaps another activity that provides expenditure of vasts amounts of energy?

I was gonna ask the usual questions, but then I figured that I would be "sounding" like a broken record. Nor am I going to say how angry I am about it either. Why bother tell the obvious?

I've had many people want my autograph and consistantly showing pictures of myself. It's all too weird. Very strange. I mean, I'm used to getting attention, but not being praised for what I do in my world.

Despite all of that, I would really like to return now. There's no way you can keep me here. I'm just saying.

[Early in the afternoon Emma Frost felt a familiar presence on the resort, more familiar than that of X-23. Immediately, a voice filled the head of Scott Summers as Emma spoke to him telepathically. (he was used to this by now.)]

So, darling, when did you plan on letting me know that you arrived, or were just going to allow me to lose more sleep over you?