( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

What the hell?

--what is this place? What land is this?

Okay. Seriously. Being kidnapped to some out there place in the stars? I can do. It has a mall, food and isn't half bad 80% of the time, which trumps the 40% of the time that was the good versus the bad back in California. But this? I am so not doing. That fabric itches! And this food-- Oh God, my figure.

Someone fix this. Someone fix this now.

What are these wigs? Why would anyone wear one?

Merlin? Morgana? Are you both safe? I demand you tell me where you are right now. I don't like that you're not her-

I would be surprised but really, let's face it. This place was due for something crazy. So I only have one thing to say, to all of this.

I am not wearing these clothes. I refuse.

EDITED TO ADD:
( Filtered to Captain Kirk )

( Filtered to Gabriel Gray )

( Filtered to Luke (the Man) )

This is not quite like Knighton, though it is closer.

I have given up on trying to understand this place.

Hmm. It would appear skee-ball no longer exists.

That simply won't do.

What in the hell is going on? I mean seriously where in the fuck did all my clothes go to? I swear this place keeps getting more interesting the more time I spend here. I AM NOT WEARING THE SKIRT Just in case whoever the hell did this is reading our thoughts.

SO I have figured it out, I'm JUST wearing the corset and I am taking scissors to the skirt. Any objections?

Soooo... this is the world and era that Holtz lived in. Of course he told me stories about his life then. About the times. About what it was like living there. I never thought I'd actually see it myself, though.

Okay, the hospital is gone.

Are there still doctors here? People with medical knowledge? Because women used to die during childbirth

Oh, God, medicine. Lucas needs his heart medication.

Anyone?