I burnt the back of my neck! How do you burn the back of your neck in November? I wasn't even outside all that long! And now it's all red and flaky, and flaky and red and IT HURTS. It also itches, and I can't even really reach where it itches either. But it DOES.

Something is wrong with me and I need a doctor. I think it started several days ago but maybe even earlier. I've been nauseous and confused. I started hearing whispers. The other day I started getting really nasty to people. I couldn't think things through.

Just a while ago I started burning up and was seeing these things trying to hurt me. Cora Calrissian and Anne Adama can't see them though so something else must be going on. The pain is a bit better but it's still really pretty bad.

Is there a doctor out there that can help?

((OOC-Lee recently worked on his Viper which has been sitting fueled since he's been here. What he doesn't know is that there is a leak and he's been exposed to the Tylium which is toxic.))

Daemon thought I should be the one to post these.

( We are still trying to figure out a name... )

I'm beginning to think the writers for that show are on copious amounts of crack. The sins of volume four apparently were reaped in volume five.

I am hanging my head in abject horror and misery. God, I hate that show.

We're going to have a girl.

Man, I am so owned. For the rest of my life, I'm going to be this girl's bitch.

I think I've been grinning since we heard. It makes it real, in a way, to know the kid's gender.

A shift and clarity...

A daughter... I have a daughter...

When I find out *who* is responsible for this...

Heads. Will. Roll.

I mean it! This computer is so ancient, it still runs Windows for God's sake! No self respecting hacker person would use it in their right mind! None of my passwords work, the PAL is useless, no one seems to have ever HEARD of the UEO and according to this map, San Francisco's still attatched to California? Either this is a horrible joke or I owe someone money on a bet about time travel.



Lucas? Where are you?

... So.

Co-workers and marshmallow cannons?

So worth the clean-up.

ughhh...and I thought hell week in Special Forces training was bad.

Whoever decided to call this Morning Sickness bet it was a male deserves to be shot in the kidneys.

Damn it!..who the hell decided to eat an onion knish for lunch!?..

oh god...

After last month's ... eyeopener of a holiday, I'm feeling loads grateful for a lot. Therefore, there's  going to be a good ol' party the weekend before Thanksgiving for all friends and family and what the heck, anyone who needs to get out. Some food, some video games, it's that time of year to visit, so have some fun.

Unless we have to deal with zombie turkeys rising from the roasting pan too...

It's time...

Where is everyone? I come home to an empty house. That is just bloody brilliant. I think I am beginning to hate this world. I can't explain this nightmare or how I woke up from it. I thought I had lost everything. I had no money and lived on the streets with. I can't even say where I was or what I have seen.

I need a shower - a very long, hot shower. I don't think there is enough soap in the world that can get all this filth off me.

Were there strange things going on here too?

Sam, honey?

( Spoilers, yes, but open )

( Kyoko and Miho )

Oh Bruce... I have an idea...

I give up. The baby can have my side of the bed, I'll sleep in the remains of what would have been its crib.

I'm a mechanical genius and I can't get this shit to work.

Dammit! Damn, damn, damn!! Where is everyone? Where you at? Albie? Jamie, Lils? Mr. Potter? Father??! Anyone else from my world?? Please, this can't be happening. Not now. It's like a bad dream, except I'm awake

My house is completely empty. No one else here. I popped over to the Hollow.. and it's gone! Gone, gone, like for real! I.. I can't do this. I can't just believe it. That everyone went back home.. and that I'm alone here again..

[ooc: it's just illusions, his fear making him see things]

I just wanted to get through yesterday without incident. It'll never be quite the same day again.

Sam? Let's do... something when you get back.

Henry, would you like to come over to have dinner with Bruce and I? It's been a little while since we've had you over, and I'm dying to hear how your research is going.

I also made you a present, since I had a little bit of free time during Apollo's naps.