( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

So, I prefer my JD cold. But, it'd take to long to make this cold. So, out of the bag it is.

I'm sick of this plase already. And kinda shocked that the liquor store isn't sold out of everythign. Id expext people to be drinkin more here.

Edit: I think that aftur a wile here, tehy'll have tu start handin out freekwint drinkers carsd.

I am pretty sure this place is not Mars or even Ganymede. I'm also sure those suits of tin trashed my data goggles in the process (but easily fixed). As for the walking tin cans one spin kick from Spike would have come in handy!

So let Ed put things this way: fastest route back to Mars or anyone seen Jet Black, Faye Valentine or Spike Speigel? I had traveled with them before. Ed shall introduce Edward: Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV! Nice to meet you!

Also has anyone seen a red scooter (I also want my computer back! Ed is not used to these little models!)? Heading towards the apartments but going to try to find my scooter, computer and some tools to fix my goggles.

So my car is here. That's a relief and I now have a job as a computer programmar. There is something good that comes from it, I imagine Clay is relieved to have his speedster, isn't he Elena?

Anyways, other than that there isn't much to say. Besides the fact that Savannah hasn't ripped a hole in the space time continuim to arrive here and drag me and the others back home yet.

Adam, did you get your jeep?

I suggest we come up with a plan of action before another Echo shows up or Alpha does. Also, what are we going to tell the ones that are already here? The one called Faith is understandably upset about the situation.

Also, can you send Echo back over to my room? I made her dinner.

I fail to see the logic behind bringing people, against their will, to an undisclosed location then simply leaving them to discover their own answers to the multitude of unasked questions. To do such a thing would imply that answers are readily available when that clearly is not the case in this particular scenario. I would presume from these mere facts alone that whoever is responsible for our unforeseen arrival is either wholly unequipped to handle the situation they have either inadvertently or purposely created or they simply enjoy the convoluted concept of chaos theory in motion. In either case, the ultimate conclusion is certainly not a logical one, or by human standards I suppose, a pleasant one, to consider.

With such facts aside, however, I must also state that the entire situation as a whole is, for lack of a better term, quite fascinating from a neutrally exclusive standpoint.

Suits of armor? You gotta be kidding me. Nice welcoming party.

Well, this is slightly better than Gwen's wedding from hell.

Just barely, though.

I suppose this has something to do with the rift.

That settles it. There's a time for being patient and it ended approximately five minutes ago.

I don't care who you are or what clearance you think you have, nowhere in the rules of engagement does it say you can abduct a Captain - even one in an acting capacity - right off his bridge in the middle of a battle.

So, just who is supposed to be in charge around here? Not only am I going to lodge a formal complaint but I'm liable to do something that is going to risk getting me court-marshaled if I don't get returned to my post. Now. I do not have time for this. And so help me if anyone under my protection was harmed because of this I'll

This can't be right. I can't seem to find my way around. Tried leaving the city. You'd think I could have, with my super speed But I just found myself in the library again. I need to get back to Metropolis. For, umm.. my job. There's a story I need to cover about this beast going crazy in the streets.

But since I'm here, I might as well introduce myself. It's the polite thing to do. My name is Kal Clark Kent. Anyone want to tell me what's going on? Please? I would also like to know who is in charge. It's very important that I get back. Matter of life and death. Mine, to be honest