( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Can you come home please?

I find it very annoying that the only times I feel even remotely relaxed these days is when I am outside, fighting those creatures, while any attempts at meditating tend to end up a failure. What does that say about me, I wonder?

If anyone is in need of supplies, please let me know. If I accompany you, I can keep the creatures at bay.

For those who have lost loved ones and companions. I share in your grief and know full well the pain of such a loss, and the frustration of being unable to honour them with a pyre or a burial or however you personally commemorate your dead. However, they are one with the Force now and as such, they will never leave you. The Force will be with us all, always. I hope this may provide some small measure of comfort.

( Private for Knight Solo )

( Lord )

The bodies of Hermione Granger and Sirius Black are located in building D, Apartment 610. I've cleaned them up as best I can, but the results still aren't pretty. For those of you wishing to see them, I can Side Along Apparate you to them and back to your apartments if you'd like.

Ugh. Zombies? How rude.

Is anybody getting this?

Okay, so I can't be the only person here thinking it's time to consolidate and set up a defensive perimeter. In light of the Doctor telling us that the things are getting smarter, I would like to suggest anyone living in the lower two floors of any building move to higher ground, fourth floor or up, for safety reasons. Also, I'm amassing a stockpile of food, in case it's needed as we don't know how long this will be going on.

For those who don't know me, I'm Ted Lupin. I'm in 205D with my wife, Victoire.

What the shiz, people! I have an ultrasound appointment. Mark and Vanessa are gonna be so disappointed and my step mom's gonna flip her pancakes! Send me back already.

Sirius should come back and play with me now. He can go to the angels later.

Will someone take me outside again soon? I'm not afraid of them.

Ms. Potter is dead.

Right!!

Not to panic anyone too much, but both versions of me have been... tinkering... in the Lab. Looking at the zombies. And there seems to be some long-term potentiation taking place, enhancing synaptic transmission. I took a sample of brain tissue yesterday, and another about two hours ago and they seem to be becoming more sensitive to neurotransmitters on the post-synaptic neuron. Basically... well, they seem to be progressing. Evolving. Learning.

The one in the Lab's starting to work out that the cell battery needs charging every 68 minutes. It's been trying to make a tool. And that one's got a probe in its skull!! That's impressive. I'm quite proud of the little guy!

Like I said, no panic! Right?! Just thought people should probably know!

And... don't leave guns lying around?

Mommy taught me and Mordred a song!


Y'a une pie dans l' poirier
J'entends la mère qui chante
Y'a une pie dans l' poirier
J'entends la mère chanter
J'entends, j'entends
J'entends la mère qui chante,
J'entends, j'entends
J'entends la mère chanter.