bright light city

Last night was brilliant, right? Everyone tip top today?

I saw the bachelor and his bride off with their double-wedding blokes, so congratulations to all of them.

I'm editing together all the footage and will have it up by the end of the day on YouTube. Highlights include Jack and Sawyer's drunken rendition of "I've Got You Babe," complete with wigs, lap dances for everyone, Jaeger's excellent version of "Dont'cha" by the Pussycat Dolls, Kirk and Seamus attempting to convince all the ladies they were identical twins and getting slapped at least a dozen times, the lovely Miss Chiana offering lap dances of her own, and a good deal of bloody fun had by all. Feel free to reminisce here if you want ... if you can remember anything.

I might need to sleep for a month.

Some bollock tattoos?

What the frell does that mean?

Suppose the tattoo doesn't work any more, then. Or at least, mine doesn't.

You know, this whole being kidnapped thing is kinda fun. Not like anomaly exciting though. Nothing like a good puzzle to get your blood pumping. The only thing missing is Connor and Claudia. Least I've got Rex here with me. Don't know what I'd do without him. Still, this place is nice, but it's nothing like my place.

My name's Abby. Hello. Out of curiosity, can I get a role-call? What's your name, where are you from, what do you do for a living?

What do you mean I 'lost the will to live'?

Who is this George Lucas and where does he reside? I'm going to give him a reason to lose the will to live!

Sorry for probably being the last one to realize this was actually happening. I've been spending most of my time lately, searching out old haunts just to see if any are "wrong" in any way that might make me think this isn't the real Vegas.

Needless to say, I couldn't find a thing that was out of place, except for a considerable number of us.

That aside, I'm looking for a Selena Ramirez, since the poor girl drew me in the blind date stakes.

Two words: Sky Diving.

Who has the huevos rancheros to come with me?

One word: lasertag.

Who's in?

ETA: Also teams. There's my team and... well we need others. Okay, we have Priya's team too. Make more people.

Team Ashley: Ashley, Kate, Henry, Shawn, Chiana, Samantha Carter, Vala, Jack O'Neill, Carolyn.

Team Priya: Priya, Echo, Tony, Carl, Topher.

Team Castle: Castle, Alexis, John Crichton.

Team Noa: Noa, Jaeger, Sarah, Michelle, Dawn.

So. What do people here know about this Zenner Corp?

And where do I eat? I'm starving.

Today I decided that, while I am still (and always will be) Jedi, it would be better if I was to blend in more with Earthers (Earthers? Eartheans? Earthlings? I am unsure). I used the Credits card, and went shopping for clothing, which was an entirely new experience. The Temple always provided us with our tunics, robes and boots prior to this.

I now own a lot of clothing. I have never owned so many Things before.

In a further attempt to blend in, could I ask that I be called Ben from now on? Obi-Wan is not exactly a common name, for all that everyone (other than myself) seems to know my life-story already, while I have noticed that there are many Bens on this planet. Thank you very much in advance.

Surely Earth has more to offer than excess and indulgence.

Found a few decent shops. Picked up enough supplies to last me awhile and I should be able to remake my staff and rod in a few months. Got some potion makeing equipment too but without Bob to help that's pretty much useless.

I could not get the Star Wars holovids out of the Video Store as I did not have three different forms of Identification, or a proof of address in the form of a Utility Bill. I went to a different store, a "Wall Mart", and was able to buy them in that store. I was asked eighteen times about a sigh-fy convention. This is a strange place.

I have watched the first three holovids. I destroyed the third one. I wish I could say that it lied, but everything, everything I saw where I was involved is how it happened, up until Cody ordered my men to fire upon me, and then I was here so I don't know.

My home is gone. My family are dead. My Padawan is partly responsible. We were played for fools from the very beginning.

I need to

I don't know what I need to do.

I don't know what to do.

Does anyone know of any legitimate occult shops in the area? If I can’t get home I can at least get some supplies.

I have drank in memory of them all, and suffered through the hangover by choice.

There are no bodies to prepare, and nobody here knows the rituals other than myself, but I have decided that I am going to go into the desert tonight and build a pyre for them, as a last farewell. It is the very least I can do for them. It is all I can do from here.

If anyone would like to accompany me, they are more than welcome. If not, I understand completely.

Troops! Rally!

We've got ourselves a war.

ETA: BACKUP! WE NEED BACKUP, HERE!

what am I doing

I didn't think I would ever be here again.

It has been fourteen years, give or take, since I was here before. Master Qui-Gon dismissed it as a vision, and yet, here I am again. The circumstances are very strange, however. It does not feel like any other vision or premonition I've ever had. This feels real. Perhaps my mind has truly shattered.

It would be kinder than the truth, I think.

The first time I was here, I went to sleep in the room I was allocated, and woke up back on Coruscant. Now that I am back here, it's as if that night was the night before I arrived again. In short, it's as if the last fourteen years of my life were a dream. Except I woke up in a fountain instead of a bed.

A very dirty fountain. I think there was vomit in the water. I was in the shower for a very long time afterwards.

That is the least upsetting thing that happened yesterday.

If I could make a request, please tell me that there were pleasant things going on as well.

Las Vegas is not a good place to try and meditate. It is steeped in the Dark Side, and seems to be getting worse. Has it always been so, or is this to do with the Zombie illness?

I have a bad feeling about this.

Okay, so I buy the zombies and the bad guys on horseback.

I even get that we, if we group together, can handle the zombies. I don't have any weapons with me but I can handle a gun or a cattle prod fairly well.

Or we could just try feeding them salt, I guess.

But if these really ARE the Horsemen of the A-word, are we actually allowed even to try defeating them? I mean, this is Biblical.

Literally.

My money really wasn't on that one turning up true.

Sorry. Bad joke, I know. So where do I go to offer my services? Bearing in mind, of course, that I'm hardly a trained fighter. I don't freak too easily, though. That might help.