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I need advice. I want to go to the con, but I want to dress as Jessica Rabbit, because why not. I have solved the boob problem. But now I have the 'I'm five foot flat, how do I look taller' without obvious hooker shoes. Any suggestions?

My music taste might be considered somewhat... outdated, especially around here. Can anyone give me any recommendations for my radio show? Requests?

[Filtered to Heather]

Are you all right? Spirits are pretty low around here. It's understandable. That new door's something else... I was thinking, maybe there's something we could do to distract people? What do you think?

I don't know if there is anyone left that knew Kylo, besides the other force users, me and Kat, but if there is, he's been laid to rest in a Mausoleum on wheel five. If you'd like to visit.

Instead of having a funeral, I'd like to have a gathering of people, in a party like fashion. There's a nice pond in the wheel three, it's nothing like the hot springs on the island, but it would work. I know there's a grill or two. And I've talked Brynhild, and she's promised me some really good beer. Bathing suits are optional.

Is anybody interested?

If anyone needs to talk (confidentially, of course) about anything that happened with the clown in Derry, or anything at all, I'm here to listen. I can offer counsel, or I can just be an ear. You don't have to be Catholic or anything, I can keep God out of it, whatever you need.

You can drop into the prayer room between 4-6pm any evening, or knock on my door at [apartment number], or call, or text, whatever.

Any patients of Dr. Morgan can contact me, if you'd like me to continue your medical care. I know switching doctors, especially under these circumstances, is difficult. I will only look at his patient files with your permission.

I also invite anyone to visit me for check-ups and to ensure that your medical information is up to date.

Hi. I know I've been quiet for a while. Some of you have probably forgotten all about me. And I'm sure there are new people here that I neglected to say 'Hi, how are you.' to.

I'm Heather Lisinski. And I'm on day 271 of 280 of my pregnancy. I haven't been able to see my toes without a mirror for about three months. I can't say I miss them too much. So far it has been an uneventful pregnancy... well besides the fact that my baby is force sensitive, and has been practicing for when he gets his own lightsaber for the last six weeks. Usually he battles my blatter. Oh yeah. It's a boy.

That's probably more than most of you wanted to know, but I'm at the antsy stage where I'm both ready for him to be here, and kind of nervous for the end to come. So I thought I'd pester a bunch of people that don't know me, or have forgotten I existed, instead of my boyfriend.

So Hi! Hello! How are you?

( Trigger warning )

This may just be rambling nonsense... But now that the ghosts are gone, and not that I have a lot of ghost experience, I don't think the sleep is caused by the ghosts. Kytana It's more like they cryo, you know without the cryo, sleep we were all in when we first got here.

Okay, um, did I fall into that weird sleep again?

If anyone needs me, not that I think anyone will, I'm going to be in the control room trying to figure things out. Maybe I can make my brain understand this language somehow. Or at least have some rudimentary understanding so I can at least see if there is a way to make this ship translate itself.

I've packed food, water, and some clothes just in case. If I'm not back in time... Merry Christmas everybody.

Kylo is gone. Like gone, gone. Everything he owned, down to the last crumb has vanished.

I should be used to this, but I don't know that there is any getting used to this. I should have expected it with the dreams he has been having, but there's no way to prepare for the man you love to disappear without a trace.

I'd like to ask a favor, if it's not too much: People who pray, I don't care who you pray to, but pray he comes back? Please?

And excuse any sad Christmas song.

Rachel had an idea to make a list of who's still awake and who isn't. And I thought it was a good one, so I'm stealing it.

I'm awake and I know my other self is awake. Who else is up?

A while back someone had made a smart remark about a Disney Princess... And I'm not going to lie, I absolutely feel very Disney-ish lately.

So this is kind of an apology, to both my new house mates, and anyone that might be walking by if I randomly break out in song. Because, yes, that is probably going to happen.

Also, housemates: I was thinking for a celebratory "Hi, thank you for letting me in to fangirl heaven" dinner, my famous, though not famous here, pot roast, with yorkshire pudding. How does that sound?

Also if anyone walks by and hears me doing Ariel-esque warbling in the shower, that I am sorry about.

Okay, so I was thinking about picking up a night or two at the lounge. For old times sake, because... well there are reasons besides this one, but I miss it.

Anyway, I was wondering, if anyone would come see it if I should do a 20s-30s-40s set first, or since 'tis the season to be jolly, if I should do a Christmas carol set.

It comes with costume changes, set changes, maybe, warm cider, and other drinks. And any snack things I can lay my hands on.

Any votes either way?

After some serious internet surfing, in attempt to catch up for the past five years... There are a lot of Disney Princes here, but like, only a handful of Disney Princesses.

What, I got bored, and Heather looks up strange things when she's bored. And apparently talks in the third person.

Okay. I can't wait any longer. I know curiosity killed the cat, but I want to go on! No one has had this kind of chance in one hundred years. And how often do country bumkins get to go on a luxury ocean liner? Let alone go on and maybe pretend to be part of the first class?

I mean I don't have aspirations to be Rose, or anything, but a little make-believe never hurt anyone, right?

I don't know how many of you guys come from places like this... Like me, and Rachel. Talking to her brought up something I didn't want to think about. Something I...

What if the reason me and her are here is because Petersen closed the doors? What does that mean for everyone else? For Tony, Gibbs and McGee I know they could go home and be absolutely safe, but...What about people like Sirius Black? He and his girlfriend were expecting twins. What about Robin? And Guy? Sure I wasn't a huge fan of Guy of Gisborne, but... I didn't wish him dead. The Laura here is way different from the Laura there, and she'd just had Robin's kid a baby too... And Cas, and Dean, and Jo, and Anna... And Gabriel. And Cas.

Is there anyone else from a place like this one? Does anyone know

I want to give a shout out to all the actors and everybody that helped make Phantom a success. It was great working with you guys. But, now I think that besides musicals, I want to do something different. I wish we had a lounge here for people to get up and sing at while people are enjoying adult beverages and seeing great live entertainment.

Okay, so like, I don't know if anyone is interested in doing it, or if anyone heard what I'm pretty sure was the cherry pop but the radio station is all set up. I updated some of the controls and stuff, so all you have to do is go into the booth with your laptop, plug in the USB cable that's just hanging out there, and it'll download a program. And from there it's easy as your ABCs. You can change set lists, you can play stuff you've recorded, you can change the equalizer... Though there are presets for the novices, that will change them for you depending on what sound you want. It's so easy even the most techno-phobic can do it. All you gotta know how to do is turn on your computer.

And if anyone is interested in listening, we're at [random radio dial station here.] KPPL-Neverland.

So, I found the second most most fabulous thing on the island, so far. And I have to ask, would anyone be interested in having a radio station up and running? I actually ran one at Ridgeway, so I could get this one up and running no problem.