bright light city

I have a couple of requests for anyone who might be interested:

1. The beer in my refrigerator simply isn't beer by my standards, I'm afraid. For one thing, it's in the refrigerator. So if any of you would like eleven bottles of Corona, all you have to do is come collect them. And if anyone can point me toward some decent bitter or stout, I'd be more than grateful.

2. I've just had it pointed out to me that my one set of civilian clothes is, to put it politely, sadly outdated. Would anyone care to help me track down replacements? After watching telly for a bit last night, I'm forced to conclude that I have no idea what to get.

We can add another 3.75 million to the combined expenses that we've managed to rack up.

I believe Zenner may have vastly underestimated our combined spending power.

( Photos )

( my blood hurts )

Life lessons from the teen girls squad. It's hella tight.

So what the hells up with this school we have to go to? Do we just have fake transfer papers and pretend that our parents are busy when it comes to Parent Teacher nights? Fail.

Vegas, 2009.

9. Always 9.

At least it isn't 19? Or a line of 9s?

This doesn't feel like it has anything to do with the tower though.

I'm Jake. Jake Chambers. I'm here from New York of 1977, though more recently of the Keystone world, 1999. It's a long story.

I have Oy with me.

And Roland's gun

( If you're having a bad day. This will cure it almost instantly )

This may seem a strange question, but is there anyplace here where people meet? I'm in room 1306, and it's a very nice flat, but I've been here more than a full day and the only person I've met face-to-face is that blond woman who taught me how to use this thing. I'm feeling the oddest combination of bored and nervous here by myself.

So ... does anyone want to get together somewhere? Or people could come over here, either way.

Oh, and don't mind the RAF uniform. It's all I have that's clean right now.

What does a guy have to do to get laid around here?

Whoever this Zenner Corp is they are far more powerful than one would imagine. I suppose after four days of failed escape attempts I should at least branch out.

There are others here... I can smell you... how peculiar.

A limitless credit card seems like such little payment for one's freedom. This is... rather inconvenient.

I hope I'm doing this right. Is anyone out there?

On the plus side, the accomodations have improved. On the minus, it doesn't look like we'll be tunneling our way out of this.

WTF is a Jonas Brother and why would I want to see it in 3D? Fail netflix. Fail.

So, I've found something that ... computer is good for. I was searching for things in the search-box and followed links around and found places that play music.

It was rather comforting last night.

I'm sure you all know about this already.

All right, all right, who screwed up the magic words this time? Where the hell am I and what do I need to kill?

Jesus. I go to the gym for a few hours and all hell breaks loose. Again.

Right, I think I understand what stunt Zenner has pulled, although how they're doing this ... never mind. How is everyone doing?

I don't know what I'm meant to do here.

I've found a gym, and I train, and I wonder why.

There is nothing to fight here. My friends are not here, though I have made no effort to make new ones.

Would anyone care to join me for coffee?

I think I'm coming down with something.

So like, if you get a note home that says your math teacher wants to talk to your parent or guardian, who exactly are you supposed to give it to? Like is anyone actually going to show up to this parent teacher conference or are they gonna come here looking for me, find me and Jenny living in this apartment by ourselves (but surrounded by the most awesome in electronics) and then try and give us to Child Services?

In short, and to avoid a life in the system for Jenny and I, I need a parent or guardian in the next 24 hours to go to this conference and then say something like "I'm aware my son/brother/kid etc has a problem following directions, we're dealing with it, and I can assure you this will NOT happen again." Any takers?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention for just a minute?

Look, we have all been torn away from familiar surroundings and shoved forcibly into a situation not of our choosing. We're all trying to adjust, and many of us have had additional shocks piled onto us today.

In short, now is a REALLY bad time to be sniping, arguing and taking potshots at each other.

We're not enemies here, or we shouldn't be. So I strongly recommend that we step back, take a few deep breaths and try to see the other person's point of view. We can't expect understanding from others that we're not willing to give, yeah?

And if a few deep breaths aren't enough, try to remember that we're being watched. I can just imagine the amusement this is providing whoever's monitoring us for the Zenner Corporation.

School!? Really? School? I'm not sure that's such a good idea, from what Jenny has told me teenage girls in this place will either beat me to a bloody pulp for interfering in Bella's entire future happiness, or they'll throw their "Team Jacob" underwear at me.

Um...guys? I have a couple of problems...

I have never actually gone to a regular school. Is it like all 90210 where they'd eat me alive for being a total n00b? And worse, what am I supposed to wear? I'm pretty sure my sweatpants and leotard won't work.

So is everyone back to normal now? Or you know, as normal as we all can be, trapped here.