Apokolips Now! Comm

I don't suppose there are any plans for a proper Thanksgiving here, are there? We don't celebrate it in either England, but I reckoned it might be kind of nice to give it a go. It could also do a bit in the way of boosting morale for people who won't have their families around to spend it with this year.

So...this just happened...one of my kids is jumping off the furniture with a pillow case hanging out of his pajama top and the other one is losing his shit because his stupid sonic screwdriver toy is back home.

So basically, same shit different day in a new location. This is my life.

Hello!

Right, straight to it then. No way to fix the universes; well, not yet at any rate, but don't worry! Live your lives as you normally would--well unless you're not normally from here, then live your lives abnormally!

Brilliant, thanks, working on it now!

Oh, and Doctor Lockwood (that's correct isn't it? Sorry, big brain, lots of names. Hard to bring them to the forefront all the time.) you and I must definitely meet. I have things to discuss.

Oh and... uh, social networking right. Have to be social and all that.

Had a crumpet, quite brilliant--don't know why you care. Why do you care? Why do you humans twitter? Or tweet, or twit, or... whatever it is?!

How is everyone doing? Have you played some football, maybe done a little dancing? Go have fun! Date! Texting and tea and limeade--what's a limeade? I suppose it's a lemonade but with limes; right, in the name. OH AND GOT THIS THING TO RESPOND TO VOICE IMPRINT. CAN TALK WHILE WORKING!!! Oh, sorry about the caps; was yelling over the TARDIS she's being rather cranky.

Toodles!

(oh that's rubbish, never saying that again).

I seem to have gotten myself lost in time and space. Again.

Nothing in the lab should have caused this. Last time I checked, performing an autopsy was a fairly quiet, if gruesome task. But it shouldn't have caused anything that might cause me to "wake up" in an entirely different spot from where I began.

I feel all right. If it's a hallucination, it's a remarkably dull one. No pink elephants or parading monsters or anything. Just a lot of buildings and... The Daily Planet?

All right, this hallucination just became more interesting.

Hello! I'm the Doctor.

Brilliant thing this thing, is this a 'smart'phone? Is this one of those iPhones? No, works too well to be an iPhone--Apple geniuses, I gave Steve Job his first job I'll have you know. Well pushed him towards it, well really I just kind of stopped a Zorbarg--giant fish-faced worm creature with a pig's snout and a nasty ground eating habit--in front of him once, and he stole a piece of tech from me. Still, not to take away from his genius, he did buy Pixar and I love Toy Story!

Anyway, hi. So, is this thing a Facebook? I don't think, not blue enough--I like blue. Still, never had a Facebook, want a Facebook. I should get a Facebook. Then I can like cat pictures and poke people, while I'm having a scone.

Anyway, I'm working to save you all from total oblivion! You'll be home soon! In the mean time, like me on Facebook at "TheDoctor"!

To everyone on the teams and everyone who has been brought here, I'd like to say a few things:

- I know a lot of you have been brought to either the Watchtower or the Warehouse. I'm Chloe and I'm the one behind both places. For now, I can't offer much more, but I hope everyone is managing to settle in.

- To those of you who need documents, email me all your information to watchtower@queenindustries.net and I will get them done, IDs and Passports primarily, but if you're looking for a job and need certificates, include detailed information in the email.

- There was a break out from one of the mental hospitals in the area last night, we're trying to control the situation but there are still a lot of people out there, if you think you can help, let me know. Otherwise, stay inside.

- A few of the people pulled in here are not to be trusted. A man named Loki has the power to mind control people and he has taken another man named Clint already. Filter your posts against them, information leaked is information that can be used against all of us.

- I need a few volunteers to donate DNA samples to Dr. Lockwood's research in hopes of finding out how you were brought here and attempting to understand the rift.

- Lastly, it's extremely important that all of you keep a low profile for the time being. We need to avoid attention from authorities and people who might want to try and control the rift for their benefit. If there is an answer, you guys are probably the best way to find it, please be careful.

ETA: Those of you who volunteered to go, I will get a group together and meet all of you on the first floor of Watchtower for a briefing. If after that you don't feel like you are fit to fight, you are welcome to stay behind.

Hello! Now, would anyone mind telling me exactly how I ended up here? One minute I'm in my TARDIS next to a dying sun, and the next I've handed here, and it's not where I was planning to go at all. Something is amiss.

Anyway, where am I?