( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

And here I am again, back in the out-dated lab. Somewhere early-to-mid 2012, if the crayon scribbles working out this particular equation are anything to go by.

So. Let's help a girl out here so I can narrow this down a bit. Is Uncle J Mister Dr Druitt still crazy? Yes? No? Bueller? Bueller?

Also? Asaph, don't look now, but you're becoming redundant.

[Edited in an hour or so later]
And the Sanctuary is once again officially a teleporter free zone. Because yes, I am that awesome. As are my parents. Though really. Look at the last name and be ashamed you didn't figure this out sooner.

So. Ashley. A head's up before you trying using a shortcut home would be appreciated. Unless you want to be stopped in your tracks and tossed around like a ragdoll. In which case, have at it.

Judging from the fact that I just woke up alone and in my old flat, I'd say that our lovely host has decided to mess with the bloody space time continuum once again. Then again, after looking at the Network, it would appear there's a bloody free for all going on. Oh bloody hell, tell me I was not just pre-vampire me. I hate when that happens.

Buffy, love, are you currently the you that is supposed to be here? Or have I gotten lucky enough that Freeman brought the you from the future here too?

[Meet future Spike! He's from about five years in the future and....HUMAN.]

Okay. My OCD can't take it anymore. In order to preserve my own sanity, I'm going to try figuring out how to maintain my list this way.

Is there anyone in this city that hasn't been affected in some way, shape, or form?

And if you have, if you know how you've been affected and could respond, that would be helpful too.

[ stunned sputtering ] This is- This- What? Tosh?

[ voice drops til where it's obvious he's only speaking to himself ] Still in one piece. Rather nice flat. All and all, it could be worse. Just breathe, Owen. Breathe. The team will find you. They will. They'll come and find you and figure out...why you have ladies' underthings hanging in your bathroom. Well, obviously not...your bathroom. Not your flat. Nice flat but not yours.

So you've randomly appeared in some lady's flat. That isn't going to seem dodgy in any way. Or be difficult to explain to the cops. You see, I was just minding my own business, officer, doing some work at the super secret government alien detection agency that I work at, when all of a sudden, I just got plopped down into the bed of this unsuspecting young lady. Nothing hinky going on here. Honest.

[ heavy exhale and nervous laughter ] Oh, I am so dead.

Oh dear lord...

What did I Did I really I killed her

I'm so very, very sorry.

Pretty sure I'm definitely not supposed to have lady parts. Not that there's anything wrong with lady parts. I'm just not supposed to have them. I like having my own man parts, thank you very much.

But damn I make a really hot chick.

You know you've been time traveling when you open your closet and your clothes are a lot smaller than they're supposed to be.

Hello again, 2012.

Ugh. The last time I was this clumsy, I was human. So far I've tripped over just about everything in our apartment, broken a lamp, and my closet door.

It's like something's out to get me, or something.

Why the hell am I in some crappy little apartment and how the hell did I get here? Did someone drug me or something?

</s>Though really, it beats prison.</s>

[ooc: Eighteen-year-old Emma, after she gave birth to Henry in prison and gave him up for adoption.]

[There's the sound of buttons being pressed before Noah starts speaking]

Hello? I'm assuming this is some sort of mobile phone, but it's a lot smaller than the ones I've seen. If anyone can hear me, I'd appreciate an explanation as to where I am and what's going on. If someone has kidnapped me and is expecting a ransom, then you're in for a surprise, cause I'm nobody special.

I have done so many terrible things. I am not sure I am worthy of forgiveness.

Especially yours.

But thank you for helping me retrieve my memories. I rather live knowing what how I betrayed my friends than live in bliss.

Where am I?

How dare someone capture the Viking Prince! Where is my sword?! What have you done with it?!

[The device is dropped on the ground as he hears voices coming from the PDA]

What kind of sorcery is this?!

[There is the sound of random beeping as buttons are pressed and loud banging as Eric hits the device on the table]

[OOC: Eric has aged down to his human viking self. He doesn't know how to use technology and he doesn't speak English.>

fuck you, asaph

Oh bloody hell!! I knew I shouldn't have gone to work tonight. Not only did I drop an entire box of incense all over the store room floor, but when I tried to clean it up, the spell backfired and now the entire storeroom bloody reeks!

Not only that, but I either left my keys in my flat or I lost them and when I tried to use a spell to unlock the door, I somehow melted the doorknob and now I can't get it to open. I have never had such bad luck.