Soul Bound IC

spent 20 minutes thinking my eyes just got messed the hell up. again. thank god that's over. don't need audio and visual issues thanks.

[bucky]

are you already at the bar or should i drag your brooding ass out there?

Bored. Gonna go do something. Don't fucking wait up.

I suppose I should introduce myself or I will never hear the end of it from Ciri or Dandelion should be find his way through this mist to join us.

I am Geralt, Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher and apparently something they refer to as a "Detective" here which seems to be an investigator of sorts. Apt, I suppose.

Where does one get a good drink around here?

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Please tell me you at least have champagne.

I think I'm finally getting the hang of this barista-ing thing. To celebrate, I will pay for two costumers' drinks.

[FILTERED AWAY FROM COPS, SNITCHES AND -18]
So, I just gotta ask, is there any illegal drugs here?

So how old is everyone anyway?

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I'm still not sure that a huge mistake hasn't been made, because I can give you names of people better suited for this than me. But... why not. Defeat an evil cockroach in a sentient street and then travel to... an afterlife?

Too much to hope there's a robotman wandering around? Or part cyborg part man? Or a fabulous hollywood actress? Or a.... a Jane?

Not to knock my former place of employment and its resources, but this lab is just amazing and I love it and who exactly do I thank for this?

[ARROWVERSE + THEIR PRESENT SIGNIFICANT OTHERS]

How does dinner at my place sound?

There's something off about this place. [...] What is it?

But yoohoo, I'm Klaus! Have any of you seen a really big burly dude, or a slightly smaller dude with knives? Or a woman with kinky hair, or a thirteen year old who will kill you if you look at him wrong, or someone with a violin?

You know, it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a town surrounded by a mysterious mist where there are Heaven and Hell fractions called to help in a conflict, I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.

I'm still finding it difficult to believe any of this is real.

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Hello, Anathema again. I'm apparently the Community Centre manager, and I think most of us, given the arrival influx, could use some help adjusting. I'd like to organize something such as a support group, a mixer so we'll feel a little less alone, something to that effect.

But since this is about the community I think it's best to ask the community what is most needed. So please, tell me what kind of activities you would like to see at the Community Centre - related to recent arrivals or not.

Thank you.

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UPDATE

Arrival Party on Saturday: Food, drinks, music, activities.
Volunteers: Sam Winchester, Iliana Dominick

Support groups: Trauma, displacement, youth-oriented. We need therapists, counsellors, psychologists. Anyone with these skills?

I must say, I do not think I've ever seen magic like this. Your chariots and stores are impressive, and this device seems to massively decomplicate mass-communication. With it, the Blight probably would have been won in a week rather than a year.

But greetings. I'm the Warden-Comm The Hero of F The War Maker, do I dare Solona Amell. You may also know me as the Hero of Ferelden or the Warden-Commander of the Grey, but those don't matter right now.

What's your best drink and dish?

Does everyone feel like they've definitely taken a wrong turn they didn't mean to make? Because, for real, I'm supposed to be in Central City with my wife and I am late for work, you know where I help fight crime in my lab. In Central City.

And now I am part of a faction but we fight together, so what's the point of the factions? And wow, my bedroom is really bright.

[...] Hi, I'm Allen. Barry. Barry Allen. This is weird, right? This is weird.

˜”*°•.˜”*°• I WANT NILES.

AND I'M MISSING PANCAKE DAY. •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Has anyone run across an ill-tempered ginger tomcat? He's missing an ear, usually responds to Throgmorten, and rather resembles a feline pirate. The influx has him unsettled, I believe.

Should anyone cross his path, simply mention that supper is baked salmon.

And if he's shredded anyonthing, I will repair what I can.

Just for tags!