( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Oh, well, hello there Colligo! Fancy seeing you again. For the umpteenth time. And just in time for things to be all wonky too. Looks like I am one lucky Willow today.

Seriously, Asaph. Take me or leave me. Make up your mind. This gal is getting a little tired of the back and forth already.

Now I know that strange things happen here all the time, but I think this takes the cake. Granted I still don't know Thor that well, but even I can tell that he's acting a little off. Or a lot off. He's been speaking a lot more eloquently the last week or so then he had been before and I highly doubt that he pulled a My Fair Lady us. That and the pattern of his heartbeat is different as well.

Everyone really is giving me a headache. Well, everyone might be a bit of a hyperbolic statement. But quite a few people are. There's something off in their heads, like things have been shifted about and put in the wrong places...that's the only way I can think to describe it.

Raven, dear. Drinks? Please?

Ok, whatever is going on needs to stop. Steph is acting like a robot, which is friggin' creepy and Hank is acting like a bigger douche than Jason, which is saying a lot. Then Jeremy and Matt, at work, are also acting weird. I'm about ready to just live in the Danger Room. At least there everything is normal. Or, I might even go to extremes and go hang out with Quinn and Crane. I mean at least I know that they're acting as normal as is possible for them.

Good God, I haven't had a real drink in like a week. What is wrong with this place? And why am I dressed like Mr. Rogers?

(Not you, Cap. Different Mr. Rogers. He has a show. You may have missed that during the last Ice Age. You also missed a series of films called Ice Age, but you really didn't MISS that so much as narrowly dodge that bullet.)

Guys. Bar. You're all coming. Especially if I'm currently mad at you for ruining my life. You get to cover my tips.