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Aug. 31st, 2017


If one was interested in resuming schooling to catch up on the more modern parts of medicine, how might they go about that? I would prefer not to start completely over, however. I'm not sure if that is possible, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask.

Aug. 25th, 2017


I'm allowed to be sad every once in a while. I miss my pirate. There, I said it.


The bar in town is opening again tonight. I'm told I'll be allowed free drinks. Shall we go?

Doctor, would you like to accompany me to the the bakery sometime soon? I'd like to show my appreciation for what you've done for me these past few weeks and I am told that the lemon cake is 'sinful.' I've come to understand that this is a positive thing in the modern era.

Jul. 24th, 2017


I'd rather grown adjusted to the amenities afforded me in the year previous that's now residing in the future. But a minor complaint now given the givens. The tenses be tense and tensions be ever so tenuous, I see. You lot have had quite the adventures that've spelled out doom on these folk, tsk tsk, bloody well tsk. Made worse that it's not really your fault. I say your as I've'd no part in the spacey business. Am I infected now by association, I wonder?

Elizabeth, if I start spouting pustules or odd dots, do put me down immediately.

Jun. 11th, 2017


How long would it take to get to an ocean from here? And what would be the most effective way to get there? I understand that modern transportation, in your metal wagons, is a possibility but what about the metal birds? In the sky?

Jun. 3rd, 2017


first order of business, how does one make the bloody question marker on this dread machine. i can see it, i know it's there

May. 26th, 2017


Now that I have been freed from detainment, I thought I should take a moment to introduce myself. My name is Vanessa Ives. I hail from England, but I am quite excited for this foray onto American soil.

May. 23rd, 2017


I'm quite certain that someone, somewhere out in the cosmos, must really have a personal vendetta against me. So much so that they've thrust me through time just to evade my happiness. I am aware that it is unbecoming to luxuriate in one's sorrows but it is starting to feel quite ridiculous and as if I'm destined for solitude.

I was informed that this device allows me to communicate if I wish and I can ask questions. What disease is it that this settlement is concerned with that I must be sanctioned off from the populace? I assure you I've shown no symptoms of any of the common illnesses.