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>> SO
>> I can probably sleep somewhere else tonight.
>> Just saying.

Well, this is what 2014 has to offer us so far: Everything's Better in a Bacon Bowl.

I've been waiting 31 years of my life for this. This crowning achievement of mankind. How did we all live without this ingenious invention?

Good job, Humanity. Let's all drink some whiskey out of bacon bowls, it's got to be better than drinking it out of a glass.

So I'm sitting in a plane, waiting at a gate. You know how it is when the flight lands and everyone pops up out of their seats like the plane is on fire and they need to jump off of it before they die? And they clog up the aisles run people over trying to get their crap out of the overhead bins.

Like they're monkeys.

I figured - hey, might as well surf the net on my phone while I wait for these assholes to 'Exit the plane in an orderly fashion'. This is the network my phone decided to connect me to. So hi, everyone.

Also - and maybe more importantly - Dad, how are you? You might want to head to the airport.

I think my moms are going to kill me when they find out that I went on a road trip and ended up in California. At least Jubilee will be happy to see me.

I hope.

By the way, Jubilee, I found your apartment. I'm not out in front of it right now because that's 'creepy stalker', but I logged onto this net cafe place a block away. Could you post here when you get home? Because I don't really have anywhere else to stay.

I'm beginning to wonder how this place isn't swarming with men in black suits taking in everyone who's had one of these dreams. I know I've only scratched the surface and-

You don't see things that are right in front of you. I see it all the time in my clients, but I never thought to ask why someone would bother to dye their eyelashes. I wonder what else I've seen and rationalized away, and how close to disaster all the dreamers really are.

It's funny think that people who've had these dreams call themselves that. It feels like everyone else must just be in a dead sleep not to notice them.

I apologize for rambling, but I feel like this is a sentiment other people might share.

Good morning Orange County! I finally joined this thing since I've been so busy prepping my new business that I haven't had ten minutes time of my own until now. I am Sage and I am the owner (well, with my brother) of Creative Dreams - a creative space for all kinds of art, music and the like!

Ah, I finally found the network some of my clients have been talking about. It looks interesting, and I could use a new way to meet friends.

I'm Jean Grey, I've been in Irvine for a few years now, but I'm originally from Westchester, New York. I'm a psychiatrist, and I have a sun conure named Jacob. My hobbies include video games, training my bird, and watching medical dramas.

Being back in full health is nice, and so is having those I know and love back in full health. It seems like things are better now, which is really good. There've been a lot of changes around here and I hope people are getting through them okay!

Working, and helping out, and just having time for friends and family is making for a very good life, and I like it!

Well, the cats are back to normal. I'm sure Lara's friend Sam will be sad not to see them flying around on the webcam anymore. I'm kind of sad, too. Watching them terrorize Renji was amusing as hell. Sorry, Renji, but it's true.

Wrex is probably super happy that Doom the squirrel is no longer trying to bench press the Ranch, too.

Unrelated - Does anyone on here knit? I've got a really weird request for a knitter. I'd pay for the yarn and your time, but I'm looking for handsocks. Or something like that. A long piece of knitted tube I can slide over my wrist and arm, and part of my hand?

My skin is really sensitive so it has to be the kind of yarn that was produced by angel feathers or something, but I'm willing to pay really decently for anyone who can do this for me.

I am terrible with these matters, but I am told it is the proper fashion for one to introduce herself to the neighborhood before the new neighbors come knocking. My name is Dr. Halja Död, but I please feel free to call me Helena. I have recently returned to the United States from abroad and have begun to move into the large Gothic Queen Anne in Lake Forest. I do apologize for any noise this process or my dog may cause you. The movers are late in arriving. I do expect this pandemonium to end within a day or two and to have settled in by that time.

As I am new to the neighborhood and the pantry is bare, could anyone recommend a few good restaurants? Additionally, I am also looking for a trustworthy housemate (this house is far too large for me), a good gym and sports clubs, dog parks, and few charities in need to volunteer my medical services in the area. I appreciate your patience and hospitality.

I'm looking forward to being a father again. For real with getting to raise them in a normal god damn life

I feel really, really dirty right now.

Ah may have spent a bit too much time in the sun yesterday. Ouch my skin jus' ain't used to the sun here yet. Although one'd think it'd be used to it, considerin' the hours on the farm ah spent previous to my arrival. Ah well, a little aloe and ah'll be right as rain, ya?

My name is Oyama Yuriko. Some of you may know me from your dreams. In my dreams, and in some of yours, I may be known as Lady Deathstrike.

Deathstrike did terrible things. I can only imagine what I have not seen yet. But I am not Deathstrike, and I will not be Deathstrike.

I don't know if it matters to anyone, but according to a doctor I have seen, I may die soon from the metal that is now in my body. If I do, I wanted anyone who would care to know that Deathstrike will die with me. If I don't, I will work to keep her as nothing more than a nightmare.

I don't expect sympathy or forgiveness or anything, especially from those of you who already hate and fear her. But I have nothing to lose at this point by being honest. So, honest I have been.

Goddamn it. It's never right.

Somehow, I think it must always end this way.

For those of you, who, like I, are not combatants, and who are running low on supplies, or need anything, please call Frost Enterprises at [number]. We have armed and armored delivery trucks and transport facilities out and about during this madness, and we will not be stopped by it. This is a dangerous time, and a dark one, but we can continue, as long as we are cautious, and careful.

If you do not need to go out, please do not. Emergency teams are trying to stem the tide, and the roads can be a bit tricky right now.

Oh, you can hear them all too? What a fun time for you!

Just be careful what you tell squirrels. They're awful at keeping secrets.

Woke up in time to watch the sunrise. It was beautiful.

More dreams. Hooray! Apparently I tried to marry Alex in the dreams. I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how that worked out.

If anyone notices their loved ones acting strangely or if they have gone missing, please report it to us immediately. We've set up a phone number to leave tips and other information. Please only use it for legitimate intelligence. 1-888-637-0009

Thank you.

[Locked to Alyssa]
We need to speak.

[Locked to The Agency]

Director Bristow is on the run. We believe she's been possessed. I've been put in charge of the operation until we can figure out a way to get Bristow back. I'm in the middle of compiling a list of names of people we believe to be possessed. We need these people brought in, but bring them in alive.

Zuko
Alex Summers
Neena Thurman
Oliver Queen

[OOC: This list was compiled from information seen by Uhura on the network. It doesn't necessarily mean that they are possessed. The intel the agency has is very limited right now since they had the Illusive Man in their ranks messing shit up.]

I'm sick to death of dreams coming to life.

I know the signs. I know the warnings. I'm disconnecting. Detaching.

I barely feel human most days.

I feel like I'm waiting for something.

Spring always makes me listless.

Well, fuck.

PM to Thomas Raith
So what are your thoughts about facial tattoos?

So. I just met a lady who's one of us. Had a nice chat. She happens to mention that a few months ago, San Francisco got fucking destroyed by mutant hunting robots.

A few months ago, I didn't know nothing about who I was or what I could do, so I ain't mad about not knowing then. What I would fuckin' like to know is why nobody told me in the damn mean time. Somethin' that can hunt and kill us? How many more of us don't know? Non, it ain't right.

I want to know what happened, and why, if we know. I also want to fuckin' know if it happen again. This time ol' Remy gonna be on board. I's one of you, not some stupid civilian, dammit.

Who the fuck is Bishop?

More damn dreams.

Hello, alllllll! I'm Nate! I'm ten and a genius!

Well, sometimes.

I like art and music most of all, but video games are fun, and so is rollerskating!

I just found this place a few days ago and it is awesome! Where is everyone from? I'm from Alaska!

Zach said I should introduce myself on this message thing. He thinks it will help me learn to read better if I do it while talking to people.

I'm not sure about that, but he's been right about other things, and he's my friend, so I'm going to give it a try.

I'm Laura, no delete back one word. Stop that! interested in meeting new people, but I don't know how good this Internet thing will be for that.

It seems my dreams get stranger. I'm not sure I can count that one to the fever. Powers? Living islands?

Well I won't be doing much sleeping this weekend.


[Locked to Agency/Avengers/X-men]

I'm ready to offer cleanup and S&R help.

Anybody know a good florist? Figure it's the least I can do for accidentally shootin' a big fuck-off hole in our neighbor's door with my powers.

Getting a little scared, I don't mind tellin' you all. Found a pack of cards in the apartment I didn't buy. When I picked 'em up I could sorta charge 'em with the power.

And now this flu thing goin' round? Half a mind to lock myself in the apartment and not go nowhere.

how do i turn it off

holy shit

help

Hi! I was told this network is for OC residents to get together and stuff, so I thought I'd post. I'm Lorna Dane, I just moved to Newport Beach this week. I'm a Libra, and I have my masters in Botany! Yay, me!

Anyway, I wanted to say hello, and invite everyone to a preview of my new shop on New Years Eve. I'm the owner and soon-to-be operator of Grassroots, which will be a pot dispensary and also have crafts for sale. Until the place actually opens I can't sell any pot, but (amusingly enough), the number one thing I got from the local crafters when I put out the word to them was pots. So we have those. Plus, I can give you plant advice!

There will also be free drinks and a snack bar. If we don't all die in a horrible way that the Mayans tried to warn us about, please come in and check the place out! The party starts at six, and we'll serve snacks until we run out or people have mostly dispersed to the bars.

[Not locked]

Headmistress Katherine Pryde. I like the sound of that.


[locked to Jubilee, Rahne and Xi'an]

Have any of you dreamed about Scott and Logan splitting the X-men?

And I thought my parent's divorce was bad.

[Scott]

You're a dick.

[Jean]

Logan ended up reopening the school. He called it the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning.

Scott was probably pissed.

After turkey with Kitty (thank you, by the way), I headed out to the ranch yesterday, and brought a lot of food to the kids there. Ended up with a mess, but it was actually kind of fun. I think half those kids haven't had a good Thanksgiving in years.

Black marketFriday purchases acquired. Torpedoes, rockets, grenades, ammunitionA brand new chimichanga maker!

I'm ready for the long dark winter.

[Locked to Scott]

I need a place to store some torpedoes.

[Filtered to Clarice, Jean, Jubilee, Kitty, Rahne, Wade and Xi'an]

If you want to beat up some aliens, I'll pick you up.

[To Emma]

I know you probably don't want to know about this, but we've got a problem in the desert, and they need everyone they can get their hands on to help.

I just wanted to say..just in in case....

I'm going out of town. Alien invasion, welcome to the new normal. Want a souvenier?

[Meetra and Obi-wan]

If either of you are available, we're dealing with some serious problems and could use your help.

[Filtered to the following Agency assets: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Oliver Queen, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Summers, Tyra Shepard, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, Greg Lestrade]

We have a portal to space opening up over Death Valley. I have a jet waiting for each of you. We're leaving in one hour. Collect who you trust to help.

We're not alone.

[Filtered to the rest of The Agency]
Code level RED. I need all of you at base monitoring the situation. Await further orders.

I woke up unable to breathe, and spent the morning in the ER.

I am fine now, it seems. Kolyat has not left my side. He seemed quite worried. I think he needs a distraction. Mr. Summers, is there any way someone from the ranch could pick him up? He should spend time with people his own age, not his old father.

Okay, so usually when we get...whimsical...patients, we can all agree they're insane. Usually. Tonight though? I picked up Dr. House because he'd OD'd on Vicodin. Throughout the ride, he proceeds to lecture my partner and I on how stupid we are, and everything we're doing wrong, while the wife, who'd gone along in the ambulance, tried to keep on clarifying that this was a costume. Not that the the dude believed her. Considering my partner was convinced, at the time, that he was Elmo and that I should tickle him when we weren't busy...

Fuck, I'm sorta scared to put on MY costume tomorrow night.

So... I'm wondering if anyone knows where Wanda is. She got lost a little earlier and then I got distracted by a girl who looked like an expensive call girl . Fairly classic her. She's dressed like a rainbow and might be acting a little off.

Happy Fucking Birthday to Me.

This war you two have where you constantly rearrange the kitchen behind each other's backs is having an unexpected casualty.

Where the hell is the coffee?

We've discovered the Blackbird underneath Urdnot Ranch. Beneath the tennis courts. It can fly, but the computer system is missing, so none of the advanced technology is working. No stealth, no weapons.

It just appeared one day, in a hanger that we hadn't built.

In other news, it looks like Gambit is around. I think we should let him come to us.

Has anyone heard anything more about Wanda?

Today is not helping me with my anger management issues.

I'd just like to say that not all journalists are crazy gossip crackpots. Some of us actually care about real news.

I feel like I should apologize on half of my profession.

Anyone ever dream of someone they really want to kick the ass of?

( Filtered to Ranch People )

So, hey. They starting to know me at my usual haunts. Anyone up to recommending a card room or drinking hole where old Remy might be lost in the shuffle for a bit?

[Locked and filtered to: Clarice, Dani, Illyana, Jean, Jubilee, Kitty, Moira, Neena, Rahne, Wade, Xi'an. Also open to Wrex, Obi and Shepard]

I had a conversation with Illyana the other day, and she suggested something that I think might better describe the goal that we should have. I wanted to get this up before I went to bed.

It's not a school. It's more like a Mutant Outreach Center.