( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I never really realized just how few people I know beyond the ones from my own reality. I mean...I know I'm not exactly a social butterfly or anything, but I guess I should probably work on that.

Does anyone want to get some tea? Or something? I'm not very good at this

Loki, do you know if Willow's okay? I just really miss her worry, is all.

The hell is wrong with you people, lettin' yourself get pushed around? You've got people here, lookin' at you like playthings, jerkin' you around however they see fit, and you're just gonna sit back and take? Well, I ain't, so I'm gonna say this one, more, time.


I ain't lookin' to drag any of you into anything, but, the way I see it, we're all stuck. Ain't nobody leavin' unless the big man upstairs says so. Fine. Those are the rules that ain't gonna get broken. That don't mean you all gotta just sit back and play nice, sufferin' through whatever game he decides he wants to play and just hope it all gets better. That ain't the way it ought to be for anyone, an it's probably half the reason he does it as often as he does. Nobody say's nuthin'. Nobody does nothin'. Well, I ain't a man who's happy just sittin' around, twiddlin' his thumbs, waitin' for somethin' to happen.

I ain't askin', or lookin' for no help from nobody. I ain't tryin' to convince you I'm right. I ain't even gonna try and tell you to do anything but what you've been doin'. What I'm saying is this..I'm not gonna take this layin' down.

I ain't gonna sit here and see people hurtin', losin' their friends, losin' their whole lives. I'm not gonna sit back and just let him tie me to a string and jerk me around. He wants me to do somethin', well, I ain't exactly gonna make it easy for him, and if you all wanna sit back an avoid me, and the issue? Fine. I ain't fixin' to drag you into a place you don't wanna be. That ain't my intent.

You sick and tired of it though and you want a chance to say so? You show up, and we'll get it done.

Downtown. Tomorrow. This is me, callin' both of you out. You wanna sit up on high and play games? Well, maybe you should take a good, hard, look at jus' what it is you're doin' to people and, if you don't show? Well, everybody's gonna see jus' what kinda Gods you really are.

So. I just though you all would like to know that, apparently, Logan/James/Wolverine/whatever name he's going by and/or you know him as has taken it upon himself to name himself as the champion for the rest of us and is apparently going to face off with both Asaph and Emmanuelle (that's the guy in charge of this place and God - yes God comma the) tomorrow because he doesn't like the way things are here and thinks the rest of us need him to point that out for us. Nevermind that most of us don't even agree with him.

Which means, if he's not still living when you all can see one another again, now you know why.

EDITED TO ADD: Actually, I take that back. Considering he told my ten-year-old that she could join him when he faced off with Asaph and Emmanuelle, he definitely won't be alive when you all can see each other again because I am going to save them the trouble and kill him myself.

And I'd say I'm sorry for that but I'm really, really not.

Look. I get it. The rest of you just wanna wear happy hats and keep your head down. Fine. That's fair. Your lives. Do what you damn well please.

Asaph, that don't mean you and me ain't gonna talk. God, or whoever you are, come along if you want.

You two can pick the place an, I imagine, gettin' me there won't be too hard.

Boss, I probably won't be into work.

The rest of you can relax now.

Am I the only one who's actually really glad that I can't see anyone I know?