( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I... have no idea what is going on but half of the park is gone, I'm naked, I'm exhausted, and I seem to have blacked out the past several days I really need some pants. And a name. But mostly pants, at the moment.

Um. [ awkward cough as there's the sound of sheets ruffling ] Miss-- Uh. Miss With The Incredibly Long Hair Whose Name I Have No Idea What Is. I...think you might have the wrong room.

Are you- Okay? I mean, I can't really talk when it comes to getting horribly lost sometimes, but well, stumbling into the wrong bed-- No. No, I suppose I can't really talk on that subject either.

[ a cough ] Is there someone you need to get back to?

#1. Arrive in a library, get accosted by knights sans the warm bodies operating the suits, and get tossed out of said library as well as given a new gift. Yay technology that's a couple of years out of date!

#2. Immediately begin to blame the Winchesters, mostly because whenever something goes wackadoodle in my life, they aren't too far removed from it. I swear, it's like playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, except with monsters. And angst. And the man!pain. So much man!pain.

#3. Take a second, breathe, then realize that maybe the outdated tech might hold some answers. Find a seriously awesomely informative post made by a seriously super hot and realize that not only are the Winchesters not to blame but God's little brother is actually the one responsible. True facts.

And now, here we are. Hi! I'm Charlie! I've, apparently, been kidnapped. To another planet. In another reality. Where I'm quite possibly fictional. Because that's my life now.

THE CASINO IS BACK!

That's right. Eden is back, fully functional, and re-opening for business tomorrow night! So. If you work there, and still want to keep your job, let's talk schedules. If you want to come spend your money in a place where you could potentially turn it into lots more money, stop on by! Doors will reopen at 5PM.

( There's a sound like electricity hitting something and dissipating and then a small explosion. Sounds of fighting can be heard. There's a sharp gasp and Neria speaks. )

By the Maker...what are you creatures? Why couldn't I remember you before? ( another crackling of dispelled electricity, and Neria sounds frustrated but determined. ) It is no matter. You will die all the same.

( There are more sounds of fighting, heavy breathing and metal hitting something. Occasionally there's a loud blast of fire or cracking like ice shattering as Neria uses various elemental spells against the Silents she's fighting. There is the occasional pained sound as a Silent gets a hit past her shields )

I swear by Andraste, I will not allow you to go free and harm others! ( there is more fighting and then one of the Silents speak )

What will you do? We are many, and you are alone and weak.

( It's quiet for a moment, save for Neria's breathing, and then she speaks, sounding resolved )

I may alone...but I am by no means weak. ( a pause, then very quietly ) Maker guide me...

( Suddenly there is a huge explosion of magic, then the PDA cuts out abruptly )

( muttered )

What have you gotten me into now...

( louder )

Andraste's tits, it's cold.

Ugh...snow. If I wanted to go to the Anderfels...well...why would I ever want that?

I... have a hangover. I'd forgotten how painful these were. But it's worth it. Sort of. Not having healing powers to get rid of it kind of sucks.

Though if someone is suddenly feeling the need to fight against injustice and having anger problems. You might want to talk to me.

Dear Zevran,

I might have set your bed on fire.

XOXO,
Isabela

Well, now that that's done.

Always a pleasure, Zev.

Maker, I'm sore.

Anders, do my eyes mistake me or do you have friends now? How did you manage that one?

Don't suppose there's any work for a well-meaning rogue in this town, is there?

[ sound of a surprised gasp ]

Oh. Oh, dear. I think I'm going to need a bigger ball of twine.

Andraste's flaming knickers! What's this supposed to be then? I think one of those knights tried to get fresh with me. Not that I blame him, but it's the principle of the thing.

Hawke! I don't suppose this is your fault. I swear, follow my better nature once, and look where it gets me.

Ooo...now that is a pretty sight.

Carry on then. This place isn't so bad after all. Lovely...scenery.