bright light city

My name's Mick St. John. I got here a couple days ago although don't ask me why. Or how. Then again, from what I've read, that seems to be the case with everyone here.

I have fairly particular dietary needs. I'm without my usual contacts - actually I'm without any of my contacts - and I haven't been able to make any more that I can trust.

I've noticed that there are several people around here who are a little like me. I guess that's what comes of being a Private Investigator, huh? So I was wondering if anyone could put me in touch with somebody who could supply a little A pos. I don't take from humans unless they're willing freshies. Back in LA I get my supplies from a contact in a morgue. He's one of us so it's easier. But here...

Jesus, this is crazy. We're supposed to be secret.

[Private]

No Beth. No Josef. No Guillermo. No Logan - damn I never thought I'd miss him and his Guitar Hero.

No Cleaner because - not needed. Man, that's not easy to work out. The Vamps here all behave? Not that I mind. Less for me to worry about. But we all seem just a little different from what I can figure.

I hate having to come out in the open like this. But I'm thirsty.

Why so many floors unavailable? Accommodation seems to start on the 13th floor - what's beneath? I'm guessing it's to do with Zenner since it's pretty much a no-brainer. But I can't get in and I can't see or hear anything from outside any of the windows.

I hate feeling like a pack of produce in a grocery store. This is not helped by my new tattoo.

The World Cup? Today? US playing England? I just might have to check in on that.

Well now. This is unexpected.

Dru, honey, are you here? I wasn't finished with Angel yet. If this is Wolfram and Hart's doing, I'm going to have issues.

I've been here awhile but I don't actually know any of you that well. I suggest a pool party on the roof to fix that.

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 the hell? First I notice that my grimoires are missing.  I read the note but, really, where am I?

I'm extremely confused. Kilo? Echo? Priya/Anthony/T/anybody? I can't find my wheelchair. It took me like five minutes to get across this living room which isn't mine.

So just for my piece of mind. Who else here is fictional?

Aww hell.

( Dresden )
You better make this good.

Who wants to join me on the roof for a good old fashioned book burning?

I miss my sessions of arcanos with my friends. Anyone want to get a tabletop group started up?

And shut up Murph, at least I don't LARP like Butters does.

Business is booming. I don’t know if it’s the reputation this town has for causing infidelity, the mass of magicians, the fact I partnered with a cop, or if people here are just more accepting but I’m getting significantly less prank calls compared to serious job offers than I did when I first started in Chicago.

Why is this still hilarious each time I watch it?

( Harry Dresden )

This might sound uh weird, but are you really a witch?

I found a decent office in town. I'm going to start up my old business here. I feel useless without it. Private investigations and Magical assistance.

Murph feel like partnering up with me?

If anyone's from the same world as McCrazy down there I need all the information on her you have. Especially whether or not she's harmless.

I have been trying to wait patiently, but this is bloody ridiculous!! Where is The Dark Lord! I have tried to summon him, but he won't come. Have I displeased him somehow? I've only ever done what he's told me to do. Maybe I have to prove to him that I'm still worthy. This is probably a test. I think it's time to cause a little mayhem and terror.

To the military newcomers and people who just like to blow off some steam.

I'm setting up a shooting range on the top of the roof here. I don't plan to get out of shape just because we're stuck on this planet. Anyone who isn't trained in the use of a firearm will have to be trained before I'll hand over any guns, but I'm happy to give you a hand on that. Anyone underage must have permission from a guardian.

If you come up looking for a fight or trouble, you'll get it and it won't go well for you.

Let me guess. I was a preteen?

If anyone’s missing anything I probably have it. Stop by room 1311 and I’ll give it back.

I demand to be taken back to my training house! Right this minute! Whoever took me is going to be in serious trouble!

It took me witnessing this latest experiment to accept this place is crazy.

So I thought this would be a good place to announce I have opened a practice, I am a psychiatrist. Anyone needing even just to talk about the inconsistencies of this place is welcome to make an appointment.

Also, I'm in need of a reliable assistant, if anyone is interested.