( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

So. Good job. Good job, whoever's behind this. I'm not often caught offguard. All right, that's a lie. I can be, have been, but not to the point of being smuggled off planet. So, good job.

Anyone care to fill me in?

Dear Thor,

I'm sorry in advance. But the Prof's a girl and this was too funny not to share.

♥
Steph

PS - Do you really call it 'the hammer of Thor'?

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All right. I think I've just about figured out how this doohickey works. I'd wager it's a sort of portable communication device, like a combination of a telegraph and a telephone that runs on some sort of internal power source and sends messages without wires. It's pretty neat, I have to say.

Could someone please tell me where I am? It's just that I really have a war I'm needing to get back to and if the date on this gizmo is right, I've missed it by a good sixty-six years.

So, apparently I inherited Crowley's club (the fallen angel, not the demon...he's still around) when he went poof again. Would have been nice of him to tell me that, instead of just waiting to see how long before I noticed. But yay! I have a club.

So, first order of business. Halloween party. Tomorrow night. Wear a costume. It'll be fun!

To avoid confusion, this is Lexi's party. I'm letting her host it here because I have more space than she does and I'm nice. And she's hot.

To whomever I threw across the room when I woke up, I apologize. I am also sorry for taking off like I did.

Though I did discover that I can fly. Odd.

To whoever dared to kidnap the daughter of Thor and the princess of Asgard, my father will be most displeased with you, and I assure you, you will suffer the wrath of the God of Thunder.

Also, whoever did kidnap me might want to think about getting some guards who are at least a worthy challenge.