( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

( There's the sound of a scuffle and a loud crash, then it's quiet for a moment. )

What the-

( There's a pause, then the sound of someone clearing his throat. )

Excuse me, ma'am, could you please tell me where I am?

Ma'am?

( The next bit is almost mumbled. He clearly doesn't know anyone can hear him. )

People here sure are unhelpful. What the heck's going on? And how did I get here?

Is this some sort of Nazi mind game?

Note to self: No going to the mall until this holiday stuff is over. It's like a madhouse right now. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have bruises from some kids trying to bum rush a department store Santa on his way to the break room.

And if I never have to hear 'It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas' or 'Here Comes Santa Claus' again, it'll be too soon.

I don't suppose we could skip the whole Christmas thing, could we?

Professor, can I decorate the mansion? Pleeease? I promise I'll do both Christmas and Hanukkah stuff! And I promise, I won't sing Christmas music!

Attention Mia Dearden!! You are wanted in the park for an impromptu snowball fight! And don't tell me that it's not impromptu because I told you about it, because I say it's improptu cause I'm awesome and can do that.

Mia. Park. Snowball fight. Now.

As my last occupation isn't applicable here and sitting idle isn't an option, I suppose I should find something to do. Anybody out there know of some interesting lines of work a new arrival could consider? I'd appreciate it.

This isn't terribly likely, but it's worth a shot. If anyone should come across a large Arcerian Warlord Prince enjoying the snow, would you please send him home?

You know I was just thinking the other day how this place was missing something. And here it is, cold.

Delightful, really.