bright light city

Jenny opens her own store-front and what do I do? Go back to slinging burgers at a greasy spoon. Yeah, go analyze that one, Zenner. Even I'm not entirely sure why I'm doing this. It has nothing to do with the fact that I miss seeing Michael. Not even a little.

Maria, you might want to stop volunteering me for heavy lifting. I got a job.

Huh. Been here a few days, trying to make sense of things.

We've been kidnapped by the Zenner Corporation to Las Vegas where they do experiments on us. The tattoo is a means of tracking us and causing us massive amounts of pain if we try to leave. They can take people from all over time, space, fiction, and worlds. We can't leave, but sometimes people disappear. Sometimes they come back with memories of the place. Sometimes they come back without the memories of this place.

I have no memories of Vegas - at least not like this.

I heard something on here about a... Glee club here a while back? Lots of singing? I'm not completely sure that's my strong suit. My best talent is dance. There's nothing else I love more than to dance. I've been doing it for a long time. Though, I did have a couple singing parts for a school play back in Bristol. When my female stalker Sketch pretty much ruined most of it

What the heck is going on? Why am I in Vegas?

Is this some kind of messed up joke?

I really don't need this kind of stress right now.

So. Not only is my boyfriend now a girlfriend one week before Prom...but he gets hit on more than me, and his hair is shinier than mine.

What the hell? Seriously. This kind of stuff makes Roswell seem almost normal.

I really need you to not freak out right now.

( Maria )

( Michael )

Dude. This is awesome!

(Michael and Alex)

I totally have powers. You're not the only one who can manipulate molecules now, Space Boy.

Whoa. Bizarro craving for Tabasco.

(Michael)

Where are you? I need you.

What, the White Room wasn't available?

( filtered to Space-Boy )

Motherfucker.

Okay, so first? I was really confused. I thought one of my cokehead-slash-models had slipped me something to make me forget that I had paid them a half a mil each to basically run around acting like they're on the set of a Girls Gone Wild video in my latest, and not to mention supposedly unavailable, couture. Then, I realized there were no rolled up bills turned coke straws laying around and everything was in one piece. That's when I got pissed.

No, I take that back. After reading that stupid welcome message, then I got pissed. I have a clothing line that is falling apart because even after my own stupidity of hiring Rachel as my model, I still haven't learned how not to hire my friends to work for me, and we have this new designer for my men's line that my mother sprung on me without even asking my opinion. Throw in my boyfriend ditching me because my actress-turned-model-turned-failure-turned-scriptwriter-turned-homewrecker tried to kill herself and he needs to save her from her own self-pity, the fact that my best friend just up and ditched me to go travel the world with all her happily ever after, and...the fact that I can't have a baby just, everything, I'll admit it. I could use a break. And Vegas? Not so bad as far as breaks go.

But let's get one thing straight, I already have a black AmEx. I have since just after high school. And I like my old BlackBerry and wrist and/or barcode tattoos? So 2001. I pride myself on being ahead of the trends, not behind them.

So I'll take this little vacation, I'll get my sin on, but make no mistake, I am leaving. And then? I'm getting this stupid thing lasered off.

Now, where's the bar?

So it occurred to me that I have some gifts you guys might need to use in the future, but you won't know about it unless you know me. So I'm going to just say it here and if you suddenly do find the need, let me know!

I'm Shawn Farrell. I can heal almost anything. That includes incurable diseases, flesh wounds, cancer, colds, the flu, autism, etc. It's rare that it doesn't work and I promise I'll try my best no matter what. And unfortunately I cannot raise anyone from the dead.

Just letting everyone know in case it's a problem in the future.

( filtered to Caspian )

( filtered to Michael )

( Filtered to Maria )

ETA:( Filtered to Quinn )

You want to know what's even worse than finding out you're a fictional character? Realizing that all of your worst hairstyle decisions have been broadcast publicly.

( seriously. why did no one stop this travesty? )

When I get home, Liz and I are going to have a serious talk. Friends should never let friends get haircuts worn by 12 year old Mormon boys.

It's gotten really quiet around here, which definitely works for me. It means no zombies or whatever other freaky thing decides to try to kill us.

( Filtered to Rachel )