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( The Sanctuary )

( To the Sanctuary )

( To Kyle Baldwin )

Well this is interesting, Zenner corporation is giving me an all expense paid trip to Vegas? Can't say I really argue with that, it's nice to get away for a bit. Though they could have at least asked, I would have gone willingly. Tattoo is a nice addition not one I really want but hey, that's how it goes. How many others are out there?

filtered; Sanctuary

That stupid video is at 500,000 views. I discovered this after someone recognized me when I went to get a bagel this afternoon. He yelled "Live Long and Boogie" at me.

the temperature in fahrenheit can be determined by counting the number of cricket chirps in 14 seconds and adding 40

To any supernatural beings in this area, I believe many of you already know me although I am currently not familiar with all of you. That being said, my expertise and assistance is still available to anyone if you are in need of it.

( Ashley Magnus )

( John Druitt )

( Nikola Tesla )

The crap just happened? Seriously Okay "Zenner", you have exactly as long as it takes for me to find a gun to send me home. Then I start shooting things. I have to get back, mom's still

To my kidnappers, I suggest you return me immediately or this will not end well for you. That is the only fair warning I will give.

(Sanctuary:)
I'm back now.

Well, doesn't this just have the cabal written all over it...

This really doesn't bode well.

Crap.

Hello?

( Doctor Magnus )

( Kate )

Am I to assume that this was your doing?

( Mr Kenobi )

I suppose that an introduction is in order. My name's Helen Magnus and it would appear that we have been placed together for, I suppose, a date. It's been quite a while since I'm a little unsure of how to go about this, it's been some time since I've found myself in a situation like this one.

I'm pretty sure when I went to bed last night it wasn't drunk, it wasn't here, and it wasn't alone. And yet I'm alone and somehow ended up with a tattoo.

Is this a prank the Captain day?

Right then. This isn't London, and it's certainly not 1940...anything, actually.

And I seem to have misplaced my TARDIS. Hopefully I haven't misplaced

Amy? Amelia Pond?

I've worked out how this typewriting machine and the attached network function.

I've worked out how to use the small, wireless telephone-function contraption even if the rest of it remains beyond my comprehension for now. (To be honest I am somewhat reticent even to try many of its other functions.)

I have even managed to utilise the small card which, when introduced to the correct wall-built machine, issues bank notes of varying denominations simply at requesting the same.

However, I have been avoiding the inevitable. After all this, apparently, is the early 21st century and I am very much the product of the 19th Century. As such, I am woefully ignorant of modern culture and the development of the same.

I require exposure to items of social prevalence. This was brought home to me in my recent discussion about the practice of karaoke - and music in general. So acquainting myself with today's music is very probably imperative. One can tell much about a society by its musical tastes.

I shall also require a few works of modern literature. Well, when I say modern, I mean I wish to purchase a selection of works from the past century.

And... this is what concerns me most, if I am honest. I think my entire look requires updating. I have noticed that many styles and appearances are considered unremarkable now - and I confess that the sight of so many female legs and feet is a surprising and delightful sign of progress - but my own look, while I am far from dissatisfied with it, requires updating.

I think my best option there is to ask somebody to accompany me to the various emporia which supply items of male costume. In fact, I have already decided to ask my - the term, I believe, is flatmate - to be the one to accompany me. John Crichton appears to be a reasonable man who will give an honest and informed opinion.

His small gray female companion is something of a novelty, but I believe he has little if any influence in how she comports herself, so he should be an admirable choice.

To whom it may concern,

I am Sir James Lester, a British Home Office official working within highly confidential and protected fields.

I don't have time for this, so I am giving you fair warning that you could be creating an international Incident and will be held to account by Her Majesty's Government who will very likely do bugger all, but could technically create what we in the profession refer to as a "hubbub".

Consider yourself told, whoever you are, and kindly arrange for my repatriation at your earliest convenience.

Alternatively...

You've had your fun, Scrappy. Now play nicely and let's get back to some semblance of routine if not sanity. Don't make me leave the room to come looking for you.

Anyone up for karaoke???

Crazy-emo-guy you aren't allowed.

Alright who drugged me and dragged me to Vegas? Waking up and not hearing Fiona bellowing was...different. I kinda got used to it. Also, where's Pete?

This must be Monty's idea of a joke. Funny. I'll have to get back to London, before I get fired. Great. Pete better be okay too damn it.