( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

( Charles sounds mostly confused )

What...I didn't...why am I home? ( a pause ) I'm supposed to be back at school. I went back yesterday. I remember going back yesterday. I can't just miss classes. If I get kicked out of Harvard, I'm pretty sure Kurt will actually kill me.

( a pause )

Wait. This is wrong. This room is wrong. This isn't how my room looks. And those...well...those definitely aren't my clothes. I'm not tall enough for them. I'm pretty sure that even with a really unexpected growth spurt, I'd never be tall enough for them. This really isn't making any logical sense.

( another pause )

Oh...there are people here. Far too many people. That's just... ( louder ) Raven?

( a pause )

Raven? Are you here?

( one more pause, then more quietly to himself )

What the bloody hell is going on?

Okay. 2012. I can deal with that.

I'm a reasonable, sensible person, so I can absolutely deal with being chucked back into the past. Totally not a big deal.

My husband's even here. I assume. He's still asleep and But, either way, it's Bruce, so There are so many ways this could be worse.

But I'd just like to know one thing.

Where the hell is my kid?

If the delighted declaration I just heard by the young Miss Tesla is correct, we're now once again able to see each other. So. How'd everyone fair? Lots of new friends made on all ends, I hope.

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.

Morgan Freeman can just fuck off.

Now I get it.

To Freeman, and this hangover:

Go fuck yourself.

I'm drunk. Again. I think.

Yep. I'm drunk. Why am I drunk? The fuck is this...

..never mind. I don't care. I'm drunk. Hell, I haven't been drunk ever. Figures. First time I can get drunk and I can't even talk to Rogers.

Hey. Princess Freeman. I still think you're an asshole.

Greetings Colligo,

Newsflash, everyone, none of you are special snowflakes. I know some of you have probably been told all your lives that you are, but guess what? You're not. You can all whine all you want, but I'm not going to change things for you just because you want it.

Suck it up and deal. Maybe make some new friends outside your own reality. Whatever you do, stop bitching like it's going to change anything.

XOXO,
Asaph

EDIT: PS - Parker's my favorite. Suck it, everyone.

Right. Waking up as a skeleton in a library. That's new. Getting shuffled out by a pair of tin cans and tossed out naked in the street. Also new. Not having a drink, clothes, or a cigar. That's not, and it's a problem.

Last time this happened..well, lets avoid that. Answers. I'd like them. If things thing works like it looks like it does, the rest of you would really rather likely me to have them to, and clothes, and a smoke, and a drink.

I like horses better anyway. They have the good sense to stop when there's a cliff. This feels familiar.

Huh.

Great. This place is feeling more and more like home every day.

[Chuck]

Got any bright ideas?

For the love of Aslan! A group of teenagers, probably around my age, thought it would be funny to let the horses out of their stalls. Not only that, but I was here while it happened. I came down to feed them and walked in on them laughing as the horses ran off. They didn't see me, however and then ran off themselves.

Charlie, Ed, can you come and help me round up the horses?

HELP! SOMEBODY!

MISTER CHARLES WAS HELPING ME AND THEN HE GRABBED HIS HEAD AND STARTED TO BLEED OUT HIS NOSE THEN HIS EYES CLOSE AND HE WENT THUMP ON THE FLOOR AND NOW HE WON'T WAKE UP AND I REALLY REALLY REALLY NEED A GROWN-UP HERE PLEASE NOW!

[ooc: Please note that the all caps are due to the program Bo uses that translates speech into type on her PDA. Ergo, the program hears her shrieking and translates to all caps rather than regular-sized text.]

Right then. If we could possibly never do that again, that would be splendid.

You know what? This place is nuts. I'd say I was drunk and imagining all of this, except that it's impossible for me to get that drunk in the first place.

Well then. Hello again, 2011. It's been a while.