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Okay peeps, a couple things.

First off, please don't call me Andy. Please?

And does anyone have any yummy recipes I can try out when this is all over?

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Okay, just so you guys don't have to go digging through the comments and I want people to stop calling me Andy, I thought I'd post it right up top, nice and clear for you all to read!

So yes! We have a lead! Apparently the Gentlemen and their bondage-minions are spending their time in a clocktower somewhere. We just have to figure out which one. And when that's figured, the people that go in there: Not so much with the guns blazing. First try with the hammers smashing. It'll be a smallish box you'll be going for, and it needs to be broken open so we can all get our voices back AND THEN TALK AGAIN. Sorry, looking forward to the talking.

So yeah. Plan is find the clocktower, break the box, make with the yelling so that they'll die.
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Piper? Phoebe? Leo? Somebody want to clue me in on just what's going on? Like, say for instance, who hit the mute button, where we wound up this time, and why we're here? Last time I checked we had some pretty important stuff we were dealing with so the sooner we stop the unplanned vacation with the freaky statuesque knights, and get back to the Manor, the better.

And on the off chance that neither Piper, Phoebe, or Leo can read this, if anybody else can point me in the direction of San Fransisco I'd really appreciate it.

Occurrences Since My Arrival

1. I met Usagi Tsukino at the bakery and was given one (1) rich dessert free of charge. To pay, I decorated five (5) cupcakes badly.
2. I received one (1) key to an apartment, and one half (0.5) of an actual apartment. I also received one-hundred (100) dollars, and one (1) difficult roommate, Edward Blake.
3. I obtained a job working at the museum as an archivist.
4. I have started keeping records of the things I learn about people I communicate with.
5. ... I like prime numbers. It felt wrong to end this on #4.

OOC: L is serious about the record thing. If your character has communicated with him at all, chances are they have a regularly updated "file" in the journal thousandcases. :D

That was not my idea of fun, those walking knights could defended themselves against a bow and arrow. That would happen in Narnia but it happening in a city?

But as they tossed me onto the streets its way too quiet and I have a device I do not understand (but I still have my bow and arrows). I guess all I can do is try and learn more along with finding a way back to England.

My name is Susan Pevensie and I am beyond confused, this is not England or even my own time period.

PS: anyone here named Eliot Spencer? It looks like we are now living together.

[Angel of Vengeance]
Plans for tonight? I'm bored. I figure we could go see if there was something we could find to beat up?
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I've decided that Jack Sparrow needs to show up here. It would, without a doubt, make my day.

Not being able to talk hasn't shut down my work, and trying to communicate orders or helping people with computers is annoying when you have to write everything down. On the plus side, I don't have to listen to anyones snappy attitude.

If anyone has decided to start some sort of ...thing to help protect people from these Gentlemen creatures, sign me up.

I do not understand. This was not my intended destination.

John?

Things have sure been busy lately with all the new arrivals. I'll be thrilled when this silence is over though. I never realized how impossible it is to keep a four year old out of trouble when you can't hear them. If it weren't for Gabriel, I honestly might have gone crazy by now. Noah is definitely full of energy, that's for sure. I love it, really, but a nice...pardon the pun...quiet afternoon wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Noah, honey, when you're done playing, you need to come by my room so we can talk about something.

I've had enough of your games, Eve. I don't know what you're playing at with this, but I want answers. Now.

Someone has a sadistic sense of humor.

Private to Rorschach
It seems the two of us will be rooming together. Will this be a problem?

Not that I'm unappreciative of the whole vehicles appearing but big guy in charge whoever you are? Couldn't you have brought my Jeep from a time in its life when it actually worked on a consistent basis? Walking home with the hard to kill creeps lurking around just isn't as fun as it sounds.

I could really learn to hate perpetuity clauses.

I can hardly think of any hells that begin in a library, with suits of armour handing out electronic equipment. Maybe I just missed that reference.

Is my name Fred?

I go from Spider-man to someone named Angel.

Dear whoever is keeping us here. Pick and roommate and leave them.