The Doorway: a panfandom game

FILTERED TO NEW GIRL PEEPS:

Not trying to alarm anyone, but Cece is gone. They came to take her stuff, and I've got to do some paperwork if I want any of it back. I may have lied about what was actually Cece's and got them to take away bad decisions I've made clothing-wise things we didn't need.

FILTERED TO NEW GIRL PEEPS:

You guys forgot about my birthday. I'll give Cece a pass, since she was unwilling to help a guy out and give a guy a condom and pointed out we don't really know each other well enough for that, but what the hell, man? What sort of friends do I even have?


Oh yeah. Nick and Schmidt. I think I answered my own question.

Sooooo, can we talk about the stupidly large roadkill in the middle of a subway in Midtown? Because uh. Yeah. That happened.

FILTERED TO JESSICA DAY:

Tell me not to talk to him. Please. Seriously, Jess. I need you to smack me if I even THINK about talking to him. Or showing up at his apartment naked. Or doing something as equally stupid as both of those.

FILTERED TO SCHMIDT:

Hi.

FILTERED TO JESSICA DAY (pt 2):

Damnit Jess. You know I have no self-control.

Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Not that this is Kansas in any way, shape, or form. Or that I'd want to be in Kansas when I've got the option of here. I've only ever seen New York look like this in pictures.

So, 2013 Old Gregorian, huh? Early 21st century. I guess that means I'm grounded until further notice. It might be 3000 years in the past, but please tell me there's something more manageable than this slab of concrete they gave me to use to communicate.

TEXT TO NICK MILLER:

» This LINE is going so slow.
» I just want my coffee.
» And my pastry.
» So I can go about my day without wanting to slaughter everyone in this STORE.
» Don't they KNOW what it's like when your uterus is on fire?



» And now I want ice cream.

SPIDER INFESTATION IN THE LOBBY. DEAR GOD, THERE'S MILLIONS OF THEM.

Kidding, kidding. Did I get everyone's attention?

Nice.

Okay, so who's up for this? Science people, it's your moral duty and obligation.

I miss my yarn.

In case you were wondering where I found that. I didn't just look up alpaca puns. Not that I wouldn't look up alpaca puns, because puns are funny. I'm going to a craft store.

FILTERED TO NEW GIRL PEOPLE:

The Mojo Man is back in business, baby.

I just have one question.

ARE THE VAMPIRES GONE???

FILTERED TO NICK MILLER:

Soooo. Jess.

FILTERED TO NEW GIRL FOLKS:

Oh MY God. We are so not going to talk about last night's episode.

Weekend. True American. Lots of booze.

FILTERED TO CECE:

OMG, Cece. I seriously don't have any idea how to act around him now! Especially not after last night's episode. He's clearly not there

FILTERED TO NEW GIRL CREW:

Okay, Schmidt. We all need to talk about this.

FILTERED TO SIERRA GROUP:

Hey guys, I realize a bunch of you are out sick, so here's what we're going to do about homework. Don't worry about any of the writing, we can handle that when everyone's gotten better. If you're not sick, you can read pages 121-126 in the English textbook to get ahead. Hopefully, most of you will be better on Monday, and we can have a day of catching up.

Check in here to let me know how you're feeling.

FILTERED TO NEW GIRL PEEPS:

Cece, are you still feeling sick? Anyone else coming down with it?

You haven't lived until a small child has projectile vomited all over you.

This was not flu related. Just small child related. In case anyone was about to panic about me bringing germs into the apartment. Thank GOD being a nanny pays well in New York City, because that would not have been worth it otherwise.

Okay, I didn't want to admit it all day yesterday because I had a job for the week, but

I feel like hell. Literal hell. The fire and brimstone and uggggh

Keep away, if you know what's good for you. Save yourselves.

i be feellinhf porly gonna rest here

Soooo, we've established that this place is PRETTY MUCH Vegas, right? Like that saying "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" applies here? NO ONE back home knows what's going on here. It seems like it's pretty much just left to our own morals.

Why aren't more people playing the "when in Rome" card?

Sometimes a man just needs to listen to Celine Dion and feed squirrels stale pizza crust. Is that so wrong?

[Schmidt, Winston, Jess and Cece]
I still think a fake wake is a ridiculous idea, but I’ll do it. If anyone mentions racetracks or side deals I am punching you in the throat. Okay, I'm not going to actually punch you, but I won't be pleased.

If you happen to find yourself at IMATS this weekend, I'm going to be there this weekend as a model for the Student Fantasy Makeup Competition, which means I'll likely be running around in mostly bodypaint and glitter for the majority of Saturday - the artist doing my makeup on Saturday mentioned something about an au natural fairy. Sunday I get to strut around after being airbrushed, so I should be hard to miss.

But I get paid and free makeup. Not a bad weekend job. And considering all of my friends are

[OOC: And we're just going to assume it's not sold out. Mmmkay?]

TEXT TO NICK MILLER:

» Hey, so.
» Where are you right now?