( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I don't know about anyone else, but I'm sick and bloody tired of sitting around, waiting for answers. So I'm going to go steal a car and blow this sodding popsicle stand. Wish I could say it's been fun but, no actually I don't.

Anyone else who wants to leave, you've got five minutes and it's first come first serve.

I just have to say that this place blows. I don't know this place to even want to go anywhere, I just want to go home where I can sleep in my own bed. I was supposed to have a date tonight, but that won't happen, so whoever is responsible for this, I thank you for ruining a perfectly good evening that I was going to have tonight. And if they brought us here, couldn't they at least give us proper beds, those cots are not comfortable and I fell off of it last night when I tried to roll over.

I want to go and do something fun, I'm am up for anything right now.

[ Currently: Castiel is trying to speak to one of the residents of Colligo with little success and you all seem to be coming in on an already begun one-sided conversation. ]

--that the bus system can move to different planets. Where are Dean and Sam Winchester? [ Awkward pause. ] Why do you not answer me? It is a simple question. Where am I? And where are the Winchesters? [ It doesn't get much straight forward than that in his head, right? ] Speak. [ He can do this for hours sadly. ]

This isn't New York...[ In her mind, Nat was right about to turn off the device allowing the Chitauri to come to Earth. None of this makes sense. ]

Unless someone has some reasonable answers to what is going on right now. I'll go by my assumptions of Selvig's back-up plan backfiring on me. I'd like some answers, but I doubt anyone has them. The people outside seemed to go in some conveniently timed stunned silence. [ But she'll try to get them to talked if it comes down to it. ]