SECOND CHANCES NET

I could go for a movie night with all the junk food. Who's game?

Fuck. What the hell is this? I thought I was done with weird shit. I wanted to be done with weird shit. I swear to God if this is Wake's fault he's going to find himself on the wrong end of my gun.

Daaaaaad. My nose is runny and it won't stop. Please bring provisions.

Respectfully, the government agents could really use some lessons in presenting dossiers. Not a single one of them turned slowly in a chair or sat in shadows waiting for me to enter. Nick Fury would never be so undramatic.

Anyway.

Hi. I'm Kamala. I'm 16. I can't drive, but I'm working on it! NOT CURRENTLY! I'm the passenger and am absolutely not texting and driving. How irresponsible would that be?

Yesterday was so fun.

After stopping in my favorite local coffee place, I took what was supposed to be a quick call, and instead turned the whole place into an echo chamber as every single piece of machinery, equipment, furniture, and fixture in the place relayed every single word I said to the whole shop.

Looks like I'm in the market for a new spot to get my fix.

I don't know whether to be insulted that nobody sent me cursed flowers or if I should just take the win. I don't know how long this curses thing is supposed to last, but I'm feeling pretty good about my chances right now. Even if I get them I just have to not smell them, right? Easy.

[edited 6 minutes later]

Yeah all of you can shut up in advance.

Fucking fairy.

How come everyone else's curse seems to disappear after a couple days at most, but I'm still invisible?!

What gods did I displease? I'll make it up to them!

[The Band]
I'm starting to think it wasn't processed meat.

Either the whole "true love's kiss breaks curses" thing is garbage or Christine married the wrong man.

I'm glad others have already been dealing with this. I'd hate to be pissed about my comatose wife on top of wondering who the hell else is sending her flowers.

So that is at least two people who are asleep. We need a head count. We also need to figure out what was happening right before people fell asleep.

Size doesn't seem to matter in regards to "distance", in case anyone was wondering. I had to test the theory to see if there was any relative changes due to mass/space but nope. Just straight distance.

[ HOPE ]

Hi. I need advice.

Even with all the weirdness that happens around here, it's pretty rad to be able to paint my nails and only get like a few weird looks instead of a lot of weird looks. LA in the 90s was fine, but there were still some things you didn't do in case someone took it wrong. And I'm not saying things are perfect now, but it's still rad, you know? Things are better than they were. There's room to grow, but they're still better.

I just think that's cool.

Also, I think I might try accent nails next time. This girl, Staycee, in my math class, was telling me all about accent nails and fancy designs and how you can tell who's a millennial by the fact that they're getting almond shaped nails. I still don't know what that means. Nails are nails. Why do we have to bring geometry into this?

I didn't tell her that I'm technically Gen X. Like the tail end of it, but I was born before the older millennials. That might've made her stop talking to me.

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[FILTER: Ages 18 to 21]

I vote we use these snow globes to go somewhere for spring break.

[FILTER: Scott & Hope]

You don't mind if I use my snow globe to go somewhere with my friends, do you? You two deserve a romantic getaway anyway.

( CUT FOR OOC & FOR IC IMAGE - NOT FILTERED )

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OK. My hand hurts and my handwriting sucks so here's the details from the invites in case you can't read them:

• The 23rd, we're starting at 11am at Pier39 at The Flyer Thrill Zone
  
• with a break at 1pm for lunch. More Fly Zone until 3pm
  
• 4pm-ish: House of Air with plans to leave around 6pm depending on the actual start time (2 hours of play time)
  
• 7pm dinner at Mel's Drive-in with a hard leave time BY 9pm
  
• We have the Vogue booked for a private showing
  
• We'll be seeing A Goofy Movie
  
• And after the movie, we go back to the Station

Everyone is welcome. We got the whole thing booked basically everywhere we go and it's already been paid for by our wonderful adult guardians.

BUT EVERYONE COME AND CELEBRATE REGGIE PETERS.

I heard the official explanation, but I'm not convinced this isn't some new version of the afterlife.

Have you ever met an angel? I have. They leave... something to be desired. This would be their idea of a joke.

This place gets SO WEIRD sometimes.

[ filtered; Alex & Julie + Band Guardians ]

Reggie's birthday is coming up and I know things have kind of sucked for some people but we really, really need to do something big for him.

I had this as an idea: https://flyerthrillzone.com/birthday-parties/
or maybe https://houseofair.com/san-francisco/

But also we could do so many other ideas like buy out a movie theater or something I DON'T KNOW. I'm way overthinking this but we've kind of sucked at the other birthdays because things were going on and Reggie deserves something EPIC.

Maybe it comes as no surprise to anyone, but all this weird weather stuff stops the instant you cross the city line.

The ball lightning this morning was kinda cool, though.

Looks like I missed all of the excitement.

Has anyone seen Kamala? I need to talk to her.

[Viktor]

Hey. I'm guessing I was gone a couple of days. I'm sorry.

[Stephen]

We need to talk.

Is anyone going to mention the unseasonably warm weather? I know I'm from a different SF, but still.

[OOC: Sunday - It. Is. HOT. No matter what time you wake up, it's already in the 90s. It'll creep up to about 115F before the end of the afternoon and it doesn't go back down after the sun sets. Let's throw in some humidity because feeling like you're drowning just standing outside is always fun.]

'Cause I haven't said it yet, 'cause I've been hiding through my existential crisis, but it's the week to say it..

I'm really grateful for my people here. My friends and my family.

And that's not just the band. They're my family, but so are the Roses and Cher and Yelena and Matt and Phil.

And my friends are rad AF.

I don't really know how to thank people for being there when I didn't even remember my own name, but thanks. I don't think I could've landed in a better place than this one.

Anyway. Good talk!

This is really weird. I can't remember anything. Like my name, who these people are that I'm living with or how I ended up in San Francisco. The only reason I know where I am is that I can see the Golden Gate bridge out the window.