The Doorway: a panfandom game

Whoverse
   Everyone still all right? Here, accounted for, healthy, in one piece, et cetera?

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   I am curious, especially given the day, how many of you are honestly happy here? Not complacent, but happy? Without regard for your home universe, what you have left behind or perhaps even run from, is this a good life for you? Better? Entertaining? If you are content, would you go back if given the choice? Deep, personal questions! Hah! Perhaps I'm searching for the answer to my own... ah, tentative reservations! Who knows? Not the question that needs asking anyway, so no matter! Suppose it's an unfair one, though.

   Things don't generally last very long here as a rule, or so it would appear.

I feel like I'm back on the dark side of moon, only upside down.

You know, my neighbor. She always greeted me when I made it back home after a fight, always offered me those bloody muffins she made from scratch and when I came clean about being a vampire, she fearlessly offered me inside to play mahjong with her friends. When I'd try to let them win, they'd cuss me out for it. We'd gossip about Passions and all those little shows, share pictures of the husbands, wives and the grandkids. It was great.

Why can't they be here? Or George? My little bugs? I feel rotten about it, because they're stuck on Easter Island living in a cave after their spaceship was destroyed.

I HAD A SPACESHIP. And it crashed. Does that earn me a spot in the line of famous space captains? No Star Strek, I don't speek geek.

I'm going mad, aren't I? I'm going mad. Can someone offer me muffins so I can decline, politely? Please. Does anyone play mahjong? This is my soul catching up with me, isn't it? I knew that was too easy. Who spends a few weeks crazy in a school basement anyway. It's perfectly halfassed. It's obviously not the proper way to handle these things, but there's no manual. Angel forgot to write a manual, so I blame him.

Harm needs to be here. I REGRET NOTHING. Hear that, soul? I REGRET NOTHING. And everything. But mostly nothing. Until I'm reminded of it. But mostly nothing. Just stop what you're doing for a few moments. I need some of that sweet relief for just a few moments. (OOC: this purposely was edited out by Spike.)

[Private to Vampire population of NYC]
I have a business proposition for you.


[Private to Lafayette]
I meant what I said about offering you a job. I may have an investor.




I have to say, watching myself on television is rather amazing. I have to say, though, there's an awful lot of focus on people who aren't me. Disappointing. But I am learning so much about my friends, I must say.

respice finem.



[Jesse Pinkman]

If you want to call this off, all of it, and come home -- you can.

Hi.

Yup, that's all I got. Because I haven't checked in with anyone for a couple weeks, so. Hi people I know, and people I don't know.

There's only about a week of summer left. I am ridiculously excited about the prospect of cooler weather.

They told me my brother is here. Matty?

Okay, so no more being a hermit! Think I'm over the initial shock or whatever. Tesseract shock? Is that a thing? Anyway, no more baby steps, because I'm better than that. This place is weird and... really unfair with how people can look like some that I know, but I'm getting over that, too. So!

After lots of job searching, I'm ready to do something a more fun (not that it wasn't enjoyable, Care!). Any suggestions? Think I could use a girls night.

FILTER: Veronica Mars

Hey, how are you doing?

John Gilbert is here.

I'm leaving the tower.

Can someone explain to me the appeal of One Direction? Why did they get their own movie?

oh no oh no oh no

I know there are people here who are dead back in their home world.

How do you handle it? I don't think me curled up in a corner breathing in a paper bag is going to last long.





[ooc: will be triggers maybe in comments for character death]

For anyone who knew Amber, the optimist's outlook is that she's been returned to her world.

I've thought about setting up a video blog more than once since I got here. The blog kept my mind off of how bored I was at times. I do kinda miss it, the just talkin' about random things that were happening and hearin' what my friends had to say. But I don't know that I could actually do that seein' as there all ready is one online. And two would just raise too many questions, I'm guessin'...

Filter: Sam Merlotte

I know you must be busy but I was thinkin' about what I'm gonna do when the money they gave me runs out. And I thought that if you were hirin' that perhaps I could work at the bar in the evenings.

Filter: Jason Todd Wayne
Are you out of your goddamned mind? Civilian / Hero drama? Seriously? I am so mad at you right now, if I saw you I'd knock your damn lights out. Honest to god, Jason, you get your damn head back on straight. Our DALLIANCE?!? I'm so mad at you right now I can't even find a second to realize I should be sobbing my eyes out. But no, you? are getting hit as hard as I can manage once I see you again. Hell I can't even write a pissed off letter well, thanks.


Filter: Everyone Else, No Jason Todd Wayne [sorry man, she mad]
Are you fucking kidding me right now? Oh there's going to be one sorry motherfucker around here soon as I find him. Until then. I need a drink. Or six.

Filter: Roy Harper
Hello, I know I haven't spoken much to you, and I should really fix that, because you're from home. I'm from home. It's a thing. ANYWAYS. How are you? I hope this finds you well. If you see Jason, please punch him in the face for me, right square in his nose as hard as possible. I'll pay you in the best dinner I can make.

I should've known better than to think portals were done with me.



Has anyone seen a guy named Angel? Tall, wears a lot of black, doesn't understand the concept of humor.

You know you're tired and distracted when you start to text someone before you remember that the Tesseract took them back.

Where do you think we go when we leave here?

Got a pretty beat up package in the mail today. Too beat up to read much on the labels other than the Correo Argentino logo, so I went ahead and opened it even though I didn't order anything from South America. There were a few unmarked glass bottles inside. One of which, I guess, got cracked on the way here, because it shattered in my hand as soon as I picked it up.

So whoever ordered the holy water, sorry about that. Let me know when you want to come get the remaining bottles. Unless I was the intended recipient, in which case... thanks for the burns and blisters. Next time you want to send me the message that I'm still unwelcome here, though, you might as well save some money and buy local.

The internet's wrong. I bought clothes, knowin' my sizes and all, and the internet says I got them. But I most definitely have not. If you have something with the name Sookie Stackhouse on it, please let me know. It better not have been sent to Eric fucking Northman.

How do you get rid of a black eye? Make up or magic or frozen peas?

Just asking.

Also: don't come into my room.

Double also:
Mom & Dad, are you cool with me going to Six Flags with Gwen?

PRIVATE TO JD:

Did you see?? WILLOW IS BACK! :D? This pleases you? Yes?

I can't be the only one here who's a bit uncomfortable having every single person around here know exactly what I am, right?