the orient express

Alternate realities and dimensions.

I've dreamed of this moment, but I was never wearing pajamas.

Fucking train. I so called it on how Derek was going to get taken away from this train, but maybe he can start his pack now.

Does this fucking asshole of a train have something against me making friends? Like seriously cause I'm curious right now. I need a drink. Who wants to go hit up a bar or something with me? I'll save the alcohol in my room for when the train starts to move again.

I fucking hate this train! We just can't have anything nice, can we?

[Derek Hale]
Umm hey, I don't mean to be a pest or anything, but do you have a roommate?

I am so fucking done with this train.

Have you got a new roommate yet?

Can I come over?

I'm having a bit of a shit time of it.

So just out of curiosity, how many people here have lost someone they care about? Just wondering if the train does this to everyone eventually, or if there are...certain people it picks on more than others.

[Private to Lily Luna]

Hey, everything going okay with your dad and Don?

Where's a donor when you need it?

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee, the more I have, For both are infinite."
~William Shakespeare

My dear friends and fellow travelers, the past week has been a time of great commotion for many of us, and I think that it is time that we celebrate our love and our family - for of the many things in life, there are none more precious than those.

Monday night, Snow White and I are pleased to host in our cabin a small get together, for those of us from our world, and those others of you on the train who have known the gentle, yet profound touch of true love on your hearts.

Everyone (with a very few exceptions - you know who you are) is welcome to attend, but please let me know if you will be coming so that we may plan accordingly.

I am Loki of Asgard.

This place has seen fit to rob me of those I care for most.

i dont understand this loneliness

How can something so small smell so bad?!

I don't know what's worse all the babies screaming or the view outside the window. I think I might go hide in the gym car.

Filtered to Public

For those wishing for a stiff drink I've placed a couple of bottles of rum and vodka in the cabinet of the back kitchen. I've also placed a couple of women's dress shirts in the baggage car.

I'm making one more supply run to find anything else we might need before we leave. If you want to join let me know.

Filtered to All Women

If any of you need feminine products of any kind please let me know. It wouldn't do for us to suddenly begin moving and find we are short on items of necessity.

My body hates me right now. :(

[filtered; medical staff]

So um...is there anything I should be doing for prenatal care? I've been reading some books from the library car, but since we're in different circumstances being stuck here...

[filtered; Damon]

While you're out there punching zombies, can you search for some...baby things? Like pills for prenatal care, stuff like that. Oh, and painkillers.

I need a drink. And no, I don't mean the vile True Blood or blood out of a bag.

I need a human.

Any volunteers? Or do I need to glamour a volunteer?

You have my word that you will survive.

( Malcolm )

Possibility a tad superfluous, seeing as Tristan already put it out there.

But, I can feel it too. There's most definitely a full moon approaching. I don't know anyone else's particular approach to changing, but I'm going to need to find somewhere to go, somewhere that isn't on the train.

George did mention that there is a potion some of you use, though he was cautious about trying it. What exactly does it do?

( Grey. )

I know people have probably got other stuff to be thinking about, what with the whole zombies thing but I was wondering if anyone might have a ring I could borrow, until we end up somewhere with shops, that you can actually shop in.

I know I can't be too fussy, but something not too girly would be great.

Right, here's the plan.

Take car. Go to mum's. Kill Phil, grab Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over.



.... Too soon?

No concrete evidence? Well, how the fuck do we go about giving them some concrete evidence? My usual technique of shouting at the problem until it goes away doesn't seem to be working, you know? Any suggestions? I take it these intercoms are definitely a one-way only deal? Any techie types had a look? Too many questions?