( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

There's blood in my icebox! Why are there containers of blood in my icebox?

[ooc: Backdated to Saturday, because I fail hard!]

I had thought the afterlife would be a little different. More clouds... or brimstone really. I hadn't decided which way yet. Libraries and knights were not exactly the traditional portrait I'd seen.

So if I'm not dead, which I clearly remember happening, what is this place?

;asdhgnfjm

[switches to voice, and the muffled voice of a small boy can be heard whistling and singing, along with the sound of rustling cloth and other ambient noise]

...buffalo gals wontcha come out t'night...

[that's right ladies & gents! you've just been butt-dialed by huckleberry finn]

MORGANA!

MORGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA!

MORGANAMORGANAMORGANAMORGANA!

ADDED a few minutes later:

MOR

GA

NA!

YOU HAVE TO COME AND SEE THIS. RIGHT. NOW.

I am so bored.

I'd forgotten how little there was for kids my age to do in this city, at this point in time.

Can someone help me? I don't know where my mom is. Please don't let him find me - wait, he was right here behind me, where did he go?

I'm scared.

My vessel's back to normal.

You were right Gabriel. And it wasn't that bad. Long hair was very frustrating though.

I can touch this! How can I be able to touch this and nothing else?