( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Well, I believe it's time that I let you folks know who I am, aside from seeing me randomly making comments to people's network entries. I'm Montgomery Scott, but my crewmates have taken a liking to calling me Scotty. That name's fine with me. It's better than Monty, or Montgomery, anyway. I'm a Lt. Commander on the U.S.S. Enterprise, along with several others that you've probably already seen around here. I'm head of engineering though, so if for some reason you're havin' some technical problems, I'll see what I can do.

And Jim, why are there crisps in my bed?

( Private to Captain Kirk )

Doctor? Doctor, are you here? With a mess like this, I figure you've got to be right in the middle of it. You always are. And I suppose it's aliens again, isn't it? It always is.

Well. Anyway, as long as I'm here, I guess I might as well introduce myself. Dr. Martha Jones, id. Greyhound Six, at your service. That's a real doctor, mind you, not some bloke in a blue box.

What is this place?

I don't remember Messaline having a library before. Though I didn't see to much with all the running. So I guess I could have been mistaken.

This is Messaline, right?

I don't- what's going on? What were those-

. . . Charles? Daniel? . . . . Bobby? Anyone?

Okay, even with my investigations and the job as a courier I had to take to get more munni, I'm going stir-crazy.

There's a good sized park nearby. Anybody up for forming some sorts of sports league. I've got a couple ideas. Either just some races to keep things simple, or if we get enough people, maybe a baseball or blitzball league.

Alternatively, we could run a little tournament to see where our collective combative powers lie.

So, I have to agree with Kat on this. The hundred dollar thing is ridiculous.

And looking over the local newspaper had me decide that this town needs better writers. No more mindless, uninformative dribble they call articles written by the locals. Which is why I decided to apply for a job at the newspaper.

First, I would like to ask a favor of everybody.

If this world is anything like the Seas of Heart that I'm from (which I'm starting to worry is a rather big if) than somewhere on this planet - most likely within this city - is a magical keyhole. On the off chance that any of you encounter this, please inform me as soon as possible. I may be able to get us home some answers, or at least some information from it.

I thought I would announce to everybody, that I am attempting to turn the roof of Building A into a magical laboratory. I'd appreciate any donations in terms of equiptment or supplies anybody can muster. While I'm rather accomplished in magic itself, I'm not too much on alchemy, or potion making itself, so if anybody has those skills, i would appreciate it if you could meet me there. I have a project that could use your help.

[To Dr. McCoy]
Hello, Dr. McCoy. I know we haven't met in person, but I have heard a lot of you from the various PDA conversations. As the only doctor present, I have something that I'd like to discuss with you. At your earliest convenience. I understand that you are dealing with some personal matters at the moment, and I do not wish to interfere.

[To Captain James T. Kirk]
This may come off as a bit out of the blue, but I would like to enlist my services as part of your "star fleet." Unofficially of course. I will place myself under your orders completely.

The next person that tries to lay a hand on me, whether they're in a knight costume or otherwise, is going to draw back an extra crispy nub.

With that being said, and since I'm intelligent enough to read other posts before asking the same questions everyone else sees fit to ask, I'm just going to jump directly to the one I want answered the most that hopefully someone out there can help with.

Where's a good place a girl can go to get a decent drink around here? Preferably one that doesn't involve dealing with the Brain-Dead Brigade in any significant fashion.

Well, I found a job. There was actually a sub shop in this craphole, so I'm going to be working there now, doing what I'm good at and making awesome sandwiches. And I'm going to be working some better subs in to the menu there, instead of the boring stuff they already have. Or, well, alongside of the boring shit they already have, cause some people still want boring.

anybody hear bout any bars lookin for a bouncer? bout the only job i can really do here, less this place sprouted up an army without my knowin about it. i tried a couple places, but they weren't, uh, weren't really people i coulda worked for successfully.

Well, this is werd. I realy don't want to be manhandled by statues again, and Im not sure what's going on, but looks like nether does anybody else here. I red some of the stuff you guys wrote before riting my own freakout.

So. Who's Andrea Rojas? Cause it says youre supposed to be my roomie. Just great. Livign with someone I dont know.

Checklist:

1. Assaulted by knight-looking statue things. That's new.
2. None of my team friends associates are answering. Also new.
3. In a place I can't escape. Way new.
4. The townspeople are broken. In their brains. Or maybe there's a radiation leak. Either way, it's new.

But hey! I got a free neat little gadget so I guess it could be worse!

Now. I'm Parker. I'm obviously new. And confused. So, hi and, you know, stuff.

Join Starfleet, he said. Never a dull moment in Starfleet!

Further proof that my father is always right.

River?! River are you there. Has anybody seen a slender teenage girl with wide eyes and long dark hair. She generally looks a little lost and she probably isn't wearing shoes. I need to find her.

Or Kaylee. She's a sweet, pretty woman with lots of brown hair, generally pulled back. Generally wears floral print shirts and coveralls and a lot of engine grease.

Or Inara? or the Captain? or Zoe?

Hell, I'll even take Jayne at this point.

Wait... no I won't.

Are any of you here?

Okay, so I should be looking for a job.

Of course I'm not doing that. Instead I have the urge to go do some karaoke. Are there any karaoke bars here? And perhaps more importantly, does anyone want to join me in this quest of mine?

( Priss )