Doors

[Public]
Things are so very quiet still and it is so very boring.  Is there anyone else spending time here?

[Private to Hook]

Where are you, old friend?

[Public]

If one were to move to Fabletown, what sort of advice would you give him?

[Phone call to Val M]

Ring, ring

[Text to Winnie O]

You, me, drinks tonight?

[Private to Val]

So. You had a freak out while I was gone getting my ribs broken.

[Public]

Jimmy's Diner is going to be closed for remodeling. Get your shitty hamburgers elsewhere.

[Public]
[in haphazard, messy scrawl]

i need some fucking god damn weed right fucking now jesus fucking christ!!! seriously forget what the fuck i said i want some fucking weed and i don't fucking care how much i have to pay just give me the good shit boss please for the love of god give me something to make it all fucking STOP

I can't even buy lettuce without some alien asshole babbling about the Revolution in my voice.

[Locked to Iris]
[Again he tries. He doesn't want to go blurting her name across the journals, nor does he particularly want to go talking to people in the quest to find her.]

Iris?

[If that doesn't work, he'll leave a voice mail on the numbers he has for her.]

[Locked to Winnie O]

What the hell is going on?

[Public]

I'm moving. A house half way down the block just exploded.

[During this]
[Text: Seven M/Val M]

I quit.

[Public]

HOW IS IT THE FOURTH ALREADY??? Ugh. I hate losing track of time.  At least it's FINALLY the weekend. Jesus this week was long.

[Locked: Jack R/Val M]

[...] Happy New Year.

[Call: Jim M's Diner/Val M]

Ring Ring

a couple days after her phone call with Jim
[Text: Adam W/Val M]

Hey

[As Spock]

Begin transmission. First officer Spock aboard the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701). Status: all senior officers and command-level junior officers other than Captain James Kirk and myself are presumed missing. In the event that this transmission is relayed to any or all missing crew members, report to the command deck immediately for processing.

[He pauses, with Nyota's name on his lips.]

It appears that further irregularities in time and space have resulted in the transportation of my consciousness into the mind of one who inhabits a primitive Earth, specifically Las Vegas, Nevada (36.1208° N, 115.1722° W). No scientific explanation has been recovered as of this transmission, although this officer has several incomplete theories. Further information is required before a report may be compiled and submitted to the Captain. It also appears that a prolonged presence aboard the USS Enterprise will result in my abrupt and unwilling transportation through the door which has led me here.

I find this most unsettling.

Even more curious are the incoherent transmissions of ancient Earth inhabitants which appear on this device with an alarming frequency. I find them both tedious and difficult to comprehend, and would greatly appreciate the assistance of any linguistic specialists who are able to assist in my efforts at translation.

[Again, he cannot help but think of her.]

Reports to follow as I learn more. End transmission.

[Super Secret Text: Adam W/Val M]

Huge ass party for the end of the world? Yay or Yay?

[Public]

IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME! You guys should come check out The Comic Store. It's all decked out in awesomeness and I've got all the holiday comics displayed so it's epic! Seriously.  Plus, since you guys are all crazy too, I'll give you guys a special crazy person discount.  Bonus points if your kid is from a comic, in which case, I'll totally hook you up.

Also, who is getting ready for New Year's Eve? And what's with this party at the hotel? Seems pretty sweet but apparently bad shit's happened? Pros and cons of going.  Shoot.

[As James T. Kirk]

Captain's log. Stardate 2258.348. All Senior officers remain missing. [Pause.] Spock remains imprisoned within the mind of an individual unwilling or unable to bring him across. I will attempt to communicate once more before launching a rescue mission to retrieve my First Officer and his pointy ears. Kirk out.

[text to sam a.]

long time no talk. sry for bailing at the party, adam came

[text to adam w.]

might've gone crazy at crate and barrel with decorations for your apartment

[public]

Christmas partyyyy at the hotel. I don't know if I should dress for a disaster or a good time.

There have been a lot of conversations about people who run into problems because of their other (the voice, the presence, the person they are once they cross the door, whatever you would like to call it), are there those that like that person? Or at least those that don't actively dislike them? I'm curious.

[Text: Adam W/Val M]

You + me + LOTR marathon before midnight IMAX Hobbit = best plan ever

[Decidedly unsteady blue felt pen.]

My mom says I need a grown-up Christmas list.

[Public]
Is there nothing to be done for this darkness? It has not yet dissipated as I had hoped.  Would it not be possible to sway whomever caused such darkness to remove it?

[Locked: Cheri/Belle-Etoile]
after her conversation with rose. in french.
My love, we have been invited to a feast! I am not sure when it will be, but your Valentina will allow you to come, yes?

Home sweet fucking home. Fuck I missed NY.

[As Strider.]

Have others returned to their world and found themselves in a time and place of their past? Is this a new trick of the Enemy?