( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, this again? Because I've got to say, this place? Is not cool. Like actually negative temperature levels of awesome. Absolute frakking zero!

Back again. In and out we go, like the tides, swallowed up by the sea and sent out to the shore again. Can't stay away forever, except when you can. Not so empty as last time...it's all full of words. Words, words, words. She's captured so many stories now. Wonder how many more she'll catch before the sun goes down.

Claire? The device says you're here. They gave us back the old room. Are you mine or did you forget? Did they wipe it all clean and start fresh?

Did you fall asleep?

Y'know, I like this place! It's spacious, it's new - not too modern, though, is it? Although, the knights. Someone should probably tell them that they're a little past their prime. I mean the library's nice, but there's a time and a place, isn't there?

Oh, I'm sorry. Is this monologue a little too much? See, I've got an actor in here somewhere. He'll talk for days - a real one man show. But I should probably introduce myself, shouldn't I? Oh, but what's life without a little mystery!?

Life without Scooby-Doo, that's what. And who wants that? I mean, really.

Yeah, kind of not digging the whole 'dumped in a library' thing. Because not that the shiny statue knights of doom aren't snazzy and all, but unconsciousness and kidnappings? Just not really my style.

And okay, libraries? Seriously? What is this, the 90s?

I used to think I'd do anything to be away from there, now I almost wish I was back

This place is too much

The clinic here is nice. It's calming, in a lot of ways, to have something to occupy my time.

A few questions, if you don't mind. I'm just curious, so indulge me?

NAME:
FORMER LOCATION:
SPECIES:
<b>NAME:</b> <b>FORMER LOCATION:</b> <b>SPECIES:</b>

Might be beneficial to keep a solid record of this here on the network for future reference. I'll go first.

NAME: Eve
FORMER LOCATION: Los Angeles, California, USA, Earth
SPECIES: Human

Things I need to do:

Start running again.
Stop scrounging off of Cutter and Jenny.
Buy food.
Buy a jumper.
Sleep might be nice.
Sleep in my bed instead of Cutter and Jenny's couch, they're bound to be sick of the sight of me by now.
Get a job. hahaha right

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Claire, I'm going to the shops. Do you need/want anything?

No. I got away. Rossum doesn't have metal soldiers...I don't think What's going on? Where am I? Did they No, I'm still myself But would I know if they had?

Just breathe Could somebody please tell me what's going on? I don't like talking to people Necessary evil, in this case, I guess.

( Topher, River )

So I've spent the past six hours scouring this board and trying to wrap my head around everything. We're all stuck on some strange planet/dimension/world/whatever that none of us came to willingly, we can't leave, the natives are less than helpful, some of you know each other from home, all of us are from entirely different versions of earth it seems with different versions of events. Oh and there's also a good chance you come here to find someone running around with your face who isn't your twin or metal. Did I miss anything?

( Claire )

( Doctor Saunders )

I'm sorry.

Topher.

She's not in the yard.

A puppy followed me home today. I like it.

[ Claire Saunders ]

I think that I would like to go to the party.

[Filtered to Claire Saunders]

So, I have a little problem. You know the light that comes through my window every morning? It's too bright and then it gets in my eyes and makes me squint. I've fallen over three times in the last three days. That's unusual, even for me!

I tried to rig up a basic screening system, right? With my bedsheets? And it works, because hello, everything I make works, but now I'm cold at night, so. Also, I'm out of paint.

Help me, Obi-wan Kenobi! You're my only hope!

Don't rightly know where here is, exactly, but it ain't where I'm supposed to be, and what is up with those walkin' metal suits? And the biggest question is, how drunk was I?

Fellowship of the Ring is on tv tonight. Makes me think that I should have a LotR marathon in the very near future.

( Filtered to River, Topher, Dominic, Echo, Boyd )

I would like something to do. Being here feels monotonous.

I can feel everything.

( Filtered to Topher )

Did I fall asleep?

River, are you still up there?

You know, it's really hard to focus on your own inner turmoil with the rest of you carrying on like that. not sure if i should be thankful or not for that I'm getting a little tired of everything just bouncing around inside this bubble with nowhere else to go. All it's doing is giving me a headache. even i can't keep that many barriers up at once and i'm not about to completely shut myself off from the force

Keep the chaos to yourselves. ...please.

( filtered to topher )

( filtered to echo )

( filtered to dewitt )

I don't know what happened but -

It wasn't him, he's not even here

I think I did it.

PLEASE HELP IMMEDIATELY:

My name is Mary Jane Watson-Parker. My last location was at the Budget Motel at the intersection of Avenue M and Harding in Flatlands, Brooklyn. My purse is GONE. I have six bucks, a lipstick, a frequent-shopper card from Starbucks, and my cell from my pockets. I don't know where I am and I was given this palm pilot thing.

I am trying to locate my husband: his name is Peter Benjamin Parker. Recently came out as Spider-Man to the general public on national television. His face is probably familiar. About 5'10", age thirty-one, brown hair, hazel eyes, skinny but muscular build, was last seen in Spider-Man costume without mask. He may or may not have the mask but is most likely in street clothes. Tends to wear jeans and t-shirts, sometimes with oxford shirts worn unbuttoned, sweatshirts, etc. Sneakers. May or may not have glasses. He also may or may not have his aunt, May Parker, with him. She may or may not be alive. She's elderly, gray hair, green eyes, was last wearing a hospital gown and sporting a gunshot wound in the chest. There is also a possibility that she is just fine and said Peter Parker has a) no idea who I am, b) no recollection of the last seven to ten years, c) knowledge of who I am but no knowledge we were ever married. If you find a Peter Parker in this condition, I still need to locate him.

Please, if anyone reads this, whoever you are, message me back through this network. My cell is (212) 555-6408 but I've got no signal. E-mails: fivetocurtain212@gmail.com or maryjane-watson@halliwell-agencies.com but I can't access either site. Even if you have no information of my husband or his aunt, please provide me with any knowledge or information about the area.

Thank you Doctor Saunders.

( filtered to laurence dominic )

Okay Andrew, quick clarifying question here.

When did we get girl-people been living in my room? Girls! People! Invading our manspace! I am slightly more than slightly wigged out here, because all the evidence suggests that I've had a guest for about a week, which, not going to lie, is a little weird. Even for me.

Did I mention that it's a girl?

I thought this place was safe.

Everyone just picked up and moved here, didn't they? All this place needs is that bratty FBI agent. I need to give him a gift.

I can't decide if this forum thing is obnoxious or quaint I like the internet I hate it you're so ignorant where the hell are we

Fuck.

Well, now this is a little different from the last time. This isn't the Attic. This isn't the Chair, these are my hands. Thank God for small favors.

What is it then? The NSA agents finally coming knocking at your door? Because if you think I'll sit pretty for you, after everything you've done, you're wrong. I don't play with dolls.

I feel lonely.

Since I've arrived I've eaten six (6) mini-burritos, watched five (5) hours of Stargate, had three (3) major freakouts, spent two (2) minutes considering employment, and built one (1) giant model of the Eiffel Tour out of paperclips.

And now I'm bored. This place just is no fun. And I have a very low standard for general funtimes.

Do you know what we need? Lasertag.

( Filtered to Topher )

...Kingdom Hearts?

Was I not my best?

This should be interesting.

Well then, this is certain an unexpected turn of events. If someone could please explain what's going on, beyond the ridiculous charming sign asserting that this place will break my brain...highly unlikely as that is...it would be most appreciated. I'm going to murder whoever is behind this, and I am going to enjoy doing so.

( Edit: Filtered to Mag )

Dumb question maybe, but are dogs allowed in these apartments?

And Paige? If they are, would you allow a dog in our apartment?

The hell is this, what's with all the tech... I probably shouldn't be using this what am I talking about, I should be in that building... I don't remember...

Is this Safe Haven?

Zone? Caroline? Whiskey? ... are any of you here? At least there are no butchers

I'm not eighteen yet, but I'm not a baby, either. I know how to take care of myself, and I know the difference between right and wrong and all that. You know, most of the time.

Okay, okay, okay. Either I've gotten a little fuzzy-wuzzy in the brainpan or there are some serious drugs going on, because one minute I'm sleeping in my room and the next I'm in the middle of a street which, by the way, is a lot weirder than it sounds because I for sure have no memory of walking here. Which gets me wondering...

Did I fall asleep?

Would someone mind explaining this whole gender-switching, body-swapping, age-reversal thing to me? Back where I come from it's kind of a big deal and I want to know why it's such a casual thing here.

That's two weeks I never want to go through again.

Well, damn

I was really hoping that was all a particularly unfortunate dream.

EDIT Does anyone want a dog?

Are any doctors free within the next couple of days?

. . . Ow. Fucking hell, what the shit?

Next time somebody manhandles me like that, they're getting a wrench upside the head! Those guys are lucky I was too surprised to hit them this time!

Where the seven Sithian hells am I? This definitely en't that dustball I was just on. Uncle Owen's going to be so mad when he notices I'm missing. How the heck did I get here?? I'm supposed to be repairing a droid right now, not getting kidnapped! I swear, if Jabba's got something to do with this, I'm gonna be one real pissed-off somebody. I en't about to end up no gangster-slug's slave.



edit; Why is the princess of Alderaan here?! Where did 'Solo' come from? Why am I rooming with her?! You got to be joking. She's a princess.