( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

It would appear that I have once again been returned to my original form. To whoever is responsible, you have my appreciation.

( Private to Captain Data )

( Private to Q and Q Junior )

Oh man! Mikaela! Did you see?! Did your PDAthingy tell you?! Sam's here! I don't know where he is yet, but mine says that he's here! It might just say that though because he's supposed to be my roomie, but he's here!

SAM WHERE ARE YOU?!

You're fucking hilarious, Lilah.

Not every day you fall asleep at your desk and wake up in an unfamiliar apartment. I've got court in a few hours so any assistance in getting back to Los Angeles would be appreciated.

I have never hated whoever is responsible for all of this latest crazy as much as I hate them right now. This is just not even fair. Whoever you are, stop it. Just turn it all back to normal and leave us alone!

Okay, let's try this again. I'm Sam Witwicky (that hasn't changed), I'm in Colligo (which is.. new), and.. lots of people.. from lots of different places and times are here? Just say that I believe this, it still doesn't really explain how one person can be real and still be fictional in another person's.. homeworld. Or whatever. And anyway, it doesn't really matter, I guess, because we're stuck.

Not that I don't appreciate the break, but I have something I need to be doing right now. I can't be here. Optimus and the others need me, and I don't know how that fight ended. If Megatron won, it's all over.

Someone has to know something about getting out. Right?



Oh. Sorry for freaking out on people. It's kind of how I cope with shocks. You can ask Bee or Mikaela.

GOD this place blows.

I really hate this place. A lot.

this is the smalledt computer i have ever seen. ron no ron wouldn't know how to us hermione/ would someone please tell me where i am/ i was on the train coming from hogwa school when i just appeared here .. in colligo. i have been wandering this place for the past half hour and no one seems to be able to give me a straight answer. sirius would probably be making the best of this but hermione is going to kill me... and uncle vernon is probably going to throw a party in my room before giving it back to

Ooooooookay. Pretty sure I had two broken fingers and a concussion about fifteen seconds ago, and this definitely doesn't look like a war-zone. And, you know, those guys with the armour weren't Decepticons. Or even annoying government agents. Or Simmons. Who might be the latter, but definitely not the former. Too squishy.

I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto.


I swear to God, Mudflap, Skids, if this is some kind of practical joke at entirely the wrong frickin time, I'll let Bee turn you into those little trash-cans with the pedal you step on to make the lid open. Space-bridging isn't something I wanted to do again anytime soon, especially after that stint with Jetfire in Egypt, okay?



Uh. This is some kind of stupid joke, right?

I don't know what's with all this whining about how horrible this place is. Sure. It could use a little grunging down. Some actual pollution. Some fun. But I've got to admit, first time I've ever gotten such a warm welcome.

Peter. This afternoon it was ... fun. We'll have to do it again sometime soon.

[ooc: as mentioned before missy = good!femme chris, saint suicide = evil!femme chris. same face, just different moral version]

. . . This isn't what I was expecting. Not even sure which direction I apparently went.






[[ooc: Nathan's AU has changed, with mod approval. He's from the same as Peter and Angela, now, and has backtracked to being shot, in the season 2 finale.]]

I need a Quidditch Pitch, firewhiskey, or maybe tea would be safer. Chocolate, and maybe something to curse, not necessarily in that order. I was supposed to play the Falcons next week. That would have been perfect.

[Albus]
How are you managing?

Few months in this place and I've got a whole new appreciation for crazy.

I was married. To Lisa. With a child. I didn't need to know that. How does knowing that make my life better? How does it do anything but make me wish I'd never known?

Right. Back to normal then. Gwen? Jack? Well, that's answered. Tosh? Please say you're normal again.

Okay, so last time I checked the Broadway line doesn't take you from NYC to a city that looks eerily like Boston but isn't with some crazy ass guards in the most ridiculous library I have ever seen (the books are blank, what kind of library has books with no words in them?)

Someone wanna help a girl out? My Mom will flip if I'm late for dinner again.

Also, who is Clark Kent? Apparently I'm supposed to be rooming with him which I sort of have no intention of doing the whole being home in time for dinner thing, so sorry guy whoever you are.