( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

So... can someone point me in the best direction of finding a decent club around here?

Not lonely -- just wanting a bit of company. Twins would be appreciated, gymnasts are a plus.

Though I won't turn down a night with a ficus tree either. Just have to watch the splinters.

I just want to forget but I can't....

Being alone sucks...

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I have decided!

I want tacos. Sam. We should get tacos. Cause my stomach is doing that thing it does where it kinda hurts and I kinda feel sickly but it goes away when I eat something. I like the crunchy ones, by the way. Not the soft ones. They're too squishy.

i dont see why the suits of armor thought i needed this muggle device although its a clever thing but i cant quite seem

but its a complicated thing it could stand to be more intuitive

intuition is almost as important as cleverness

i think ill stick to owls though thanks has anyone seen mine/ i have to owl my father he worries

I really don't like being relocated without my consent. I had business in Barcelona, and now that's an utter loss. And this says I'm sharing a flat with Nate Ford? Oh hell...

This is neither Tokyo, nor the afterlife, so where the hell am I? And what is going on?

... and what is this tiny thing? It looks kind of like a mobile phone but I think it has a computer inside it. And the what do you call it again internet?

Ohh, now what the bloody hell is this? Last place I would apparate visit is the library. Honestly. I'd much rather appear in a park. Or a club. Or heck, even at a nice five-star restaurant. Actually, I should be meeting my family to celebrate my graduation. They probably think I pulled another prank. Dammit! I can use worse words than that, and trust me, I'm about to cuss up a storm any second here

And those metal suits aren't particularly nice, either. They threw me out pretty hard. Probably because I used a few hexes, what little good they did me. Al? Rose? Ted, James, Dominique? Anyone? Somebody tell me what I'm doing in such a primitive landscape. Feels like I'm viewing an old pensieve virtual-movie that some old fart left out on a table. Except, it has a longer run time. It's been four hours. Still hasn't ended.. come on, anytime now..

It's not everyday a man shows up in an apartment that isn't his. Especially when he was just about to pick go and pick up his son from baseball practice

EDIT: Ms. Deveraux, it seems like we're roomates.

I don't care how bloody old he is. And I don't care if he shouldn't be held for things he hasn't done yet. He bloody kills Dumbledore! After he Dumbledore trusted him and he He was one of his Professors. I don't understand I don't care if it isn't fair. I don't want any bloody thing to do with Severus Snape and I swear if I see him, I'm hexing him the best I can. I don't care how wonderful he is at duelling.

Because this is exactly what I need. This looks like a Temporal Investigations nightmare waiting to happen. and i just finished dealing with those uptight paper-pushing so--

If there are any Starfleet Personnel out there, this is Commander William T. Riker of the Enterprise, please respond. Details on contact with Starfleet Command and our current location would be appreciated.

Happy Birthday, Lane.

Happy Birthday Lois. Hope you got my present.