( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Have learned identity of roommate.

Very bad.

Can think of many reasons cohabitation with Veidt impossible.

- Possibly homosexual
- Killed Comedian
- Destroyed half of New York
- Aftershave
- Might bring whores in apartment
- Don't trust
- Will probably paint apartment purple; conspicuous.

If Daniel was here, would understand. Would give me other place to sleep, give beans, replace broken locks without complaining. Always compromises because I won't. Perhaps will show up later; often does.

( Private )


I think perhaps that my employer is a bit stunned that neither of his archivists are particularly social. I hope that I haven't perpetuated some sort of archivist stereotype because of this. At least he is less inclined to force me to attend museum functions, and he has not yet interrupted me when working. It's really rather nice.


( Private )

So, can some of the people that don't hate me my team show up now please?

Edit: Oh, and I mean people that come from the same world as me.

This is certainly an unusual set of circumstances.

Not only do I appear to be in an unfamiliar city that looks nothing like Cybertron nor the primitive planet I was last exploring, I have somehow insulted some unknown entities that saw fit to toss me from their library. I also appear to be in a body that is most assuredly not my own.

Starscream, are you here as well? I do hope so. As much as I appreciate exploring new areas, I'd rather not do so by myself. Especially in this condition.

Alright, not exactly what I was expecting from the afterlife. But, I guess it'll do. After all, could have been a lot worse than a silent city. The speakers broken or something of the like?

Anyway, this thing must be busted. Says one of my roommates is some bloke named Wesley and the other is Cordy, but that can't be, being as she's very much alive and I'm obviously, well... not.