( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

So really, I don't know what's going on here in Colligo, but I keep singing at the most inappropriate times. It's like I'm in some musical or something, and I don't particularly like musicals. They're a little too sunny for me. Unless of course, it's Sweeney Todd, but as there's usually a lot more blood in my life than ought to be, I've not really watched that.

Is anyone else singing uncontrollably? It keeps happening while I'm waitressing at work.

*sounds of someone walking and signing* Baby, baby, baby oooh...Oh!

That...wasn't the portal home. Ooo, wow, look at all the books. Maybe I'm in the Boston Library...Pretty covers.

Ack! Legothepigtail! Owe! No need to be rough, ya could just ask me to move along, sheesh. Whoa, putmedownputmedownputmedown!

Owie! I didn't mean throw me! Creepy little statues....I think I bruised my hip...

Huh, wonder whose PDA this is...oops, got turned on, hope no one heard that.

I got Spice World on dvd.

Darcy, you wanna watch it sometime?

Anyone else wants to watch it, you can join us. One big Spice Girls party. I mean between all the dying and stuff, they were at the Olympics back home.

[Filtered to Matt]

So, did you get a new girlfriend while I was dead?

Thanks for leaving my cane, Baby Crane.

I think I'm in love...this is unusual and odd. I'm not sure I like it.

Too much boredom is bad for me, apparently. I try to find ways to entertain myself, and I'm not very good at it. Not that Colligo is boring; please, Asaph, don't think I'm complaining. It was nice to have a relatively normal Christmas, even in July, and I'm very glad to have my coffee machine back, although the condoms were certainly a bit...unexpected. I guess uselessness is a better word than boredom. I love the coffee shop, but it doesn't really have much sense of purpose to it, does it? I guess Torchwood made me feel like I was doing something important, and I don't really have that here.

Anyway, I need something to occupy my time. I've been thinking about going back to school. I never finished, did you know that? Any other suggestions?

Okay, let's try this again. Now with 90% less panicking.

Hi, my name is Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. I'm a high school student from California and I'm still really confused. But less confused than I was before, because I found some handy tutorial thing someone FROM THE VAMPIRE DIARIES wrote up. It kind of helped. A little.

So, I should probably get a job. Because a hundred dollars doesn't go all that far, especially when you need to get Adderall. Does anyone need anyone? My skills include knowing a lot about werewolves, awesome research powers, people skills, and possibly being the only person in my town who isn't a moron.

MMMMMMMMMMMaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttttt!

I want to spar and you're the only one here who is decent (besides he who is not speaking to me because he's a BatAss). Come meet me somewhere!

[As the PDA switches on it's clear that a shower is running and music is playing somewhere in the background. When she current song ends, The Spice Girls' Wannabe starts playing. When the chorus starts up, Darcy's voice joins in and it sounds like she's dancing in the shower as well.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends! Make it last forever friendship never eeeeeends! If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is too easy, but that's the way it iiiiiis!!

[She continues singing along, but not as loud after this.]

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I hate Asaph! I hate his stupid mistletoe. And I hate when I try to do something right and it blows up in my face. I couldn't just let her break into the bank. I had to try and stop her. What happened after that wasn't my fault! Why couldn't it have been Crane or something? But then with my luck, I probably would have wound up kissing him. And that would just give me nightmares for the rest of my life. But no, it had to be her and now the best thing that I had going is a mess and I don't know what to do.

( Filtered to Raven )

I had a few minutes before I went out.

( Questions & Answers )

Okay, I guess I can expect to get covered in heat-seeking cats when I go to sleep, because the temperature just dropped like crazy while I was out. I take the cold better when I'm expecting it.

( If I wasn't trying this whole get-to-know-my-roommates thing, I probably wouldn't do this. )

For all of the headaches this place can cause from time to time, it's still nice to be back. Especially with so many new faces about. Junior, you've certainly been busy. I'm almost impressed.

Also, before I forget. Adam Young, you and I need to have a little chat. I'll be by shortly.

( Filtered away from kids. Boredom abounds )

( Crane, if you don't answer this, I will find a way to make your life hell...like return home and tell dad you called him an idiot )

This isn't where I was assigned.

Thank God that honesty bullshit is over. Compulsive honesty may be even worse than an evil demon making us sing our feelings. And I was getting tired of pretending not to be here.

That said, I'm proposing a blanket ban on discussing any information I may have revealed under the influence of truth serum. Especially if that information is particularly earth-shattering. Maybe if we pretend it never happend long enough, we'll start to believe it ourselves. Could happen, right?

What'd I miss? Feel free to lie, because you can do that now.

I am making a fort out of books. And no'one can stop me. So HAH. No'one can say I am an unproductive unemployed person.

On another note, this place hasn't exactly picked up on the exciting side of things, has it?

I need a job. I should probably go to school here so I can find replacement friends. And also finish my degree. Or maybe my friends already here, but I can only find them by going to classes. But if the school has tuition, I will need a way to pay for it.

I have experience as a fry cook working at my dad's falafel restaurant and at my school's cafeteria making chicken fingers. This would also be good if anyone needed me to be a crime boss in a mafia movie.

I have also worked as a filmmaker, mostly web shorts and documentaries. And an actor, mostly in extended fast-paced escapades. Best known for my Don Draper, but my Han Solo has picked up some traction recently. And a news anchor, on closed circuit local access television. And an editor, mostly the TV Tropes website. Not paid.

I also have some experience as Batman.

I am so incredibly bored it is not even funny. My Sudoku books are finished, the crosswords are done and there's not anything decent in this city to steal.

Please someone come and talk to me before I find out if you can really burn a hundred and fifty calories banging your head against the wall...

What costs nothing
but is worth everything,
weighs nothing, but can last a lifetime,
that one person can't own,
but two or more can share?

Okaaayyy... Much as I like the 'not going to prison' thing, it is the teeniest tiniest bit annoying to come back here and have NONE OF MY STUFF from last time. I had good stuff back then. In fact, it was all top notch, stuff-wise.

But now I don't even have clean pants. And for you American-types, I do not mean trousers.

Although it must be said that I don't have clean trousers either.

I told you not to trust him.

Okay. So I've been here for a little while now, and while I miss my Peeta, I actually do like this place a little bit better than back home. But I still need to find a job. I don't have a lot of experience, but I'm a very hard worker, and I can learn fast.

Also, and this is really awkward for me to say...I probably could stand to make a couple more friends. I just have a really hard time making friends, as I know I'm definitely not the easiest person to get along with. But since I'm going to be here for awhile, I should at least make an effort.

With potent, flowery words speak I, of something common, vulgar, dry; I weave webs of pedantic prose,in effort to befuddle those, who think I wile time away, in lofty things, above all day, the common kind that linger where Monadic beings live and fare; Practical I may not be, but life, it seems, is full of me!