( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

So not every aspect of the last eight years might have been awesome, but I prefer being able to remember that time as opposed to it all being one big blank. I also prefer my room at the Mansion to that extremely uncomfortable cot.

[Filtered to Raven]
I know that you read the comics from my reality and I have a question. Was Tim right? Was my father not really dead?


[Filtered to Lydia]
So, don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you belong in Mean Girls, but you're scary smart.

I am not volunteering for babysitting duty if everyone I know is like a baby or something.

Same goes for anyone who's aged up to like 90. I don't change diapers.

I am so over this whole getting kidnapped thing. I had plans for today, like shopping and ignoring werewolves and lizard people.

Now I'm being manhandled by suits of armor and everyone is whining about not being able to see people.

Great, I've been brought to the wonderful world of hipsters.

What the hell is going on?

Since I can't talk to pretty much the only person I know from home...anyone want to go, I don't know, for dinner or something?

...What's there to do around here, anyway?

Okay. So apparently, I'm going to be here for awhile, or at least until Aspath or Morgan Freeman or whatever his name is grows of bored with me and sends me home.

Which means I need to think about school. Also a job. Anyone know where I could find both? I'm a sophomore in high school, though I could honestly try and skip a couple of grades and go right into college, if for some reason there's not a high school or anything like that around here. It's the job part where I'm going to have some trouble. I really don't have any prior job experience like, at all, so I could see where that would be a problem. But I can be trained. I also don't have a criminal record of any kind, in case anyone needs to do a background check.

[There's a beep, as the PDA turns on. Lydia's voice is a little faint at first. In her tone, it's obvious that she's confused.]

What the hell is this?

[She breathes a sigh as the guards walk towards her.]

Oh, good. Excuse me...could you tell me what the hell is going on? Also, if this another weird werewolf thing or whatever, it's really not funny. I've had enough of weird things happening to me for one night, thank you very much.

[The PDA is handed to her, and the irritation in her voice becomes clear.]

...A phone? You're not going to tell me anything, just give me a phone? And I'm supposed to be...okay with this?

[The guards grab Lydia, and she lets out a small scream.]

Hey! Put me down! Right now! I want to know what the hell is going on here!

[Lydia's tossed outside, and she lets an 'oof!" as she lands flat on her ass.]

Well...that was really rude. And really gave me nothing as to where the hell am I.

Though it's safe to say, I'm not in Beacon Hills anymore.