Freedomtown IC

Day fourteen. It's been two weeks finally.

Rachelle's place went well. She's such a pretty woman, honestly. Like, she should be a model on top of all the things she already does. Aside from that, I didn't have to kick anyone anywhere for anything. I was amazed, truthfully.

I wish I had more to talk about after having missed two days, I really do. Uh, I don't know what happened to Beatriz. She's not been around much (if at all) since I offered to show her around town. I still wanna do that, but I have to find her first, which is hard when I don't know where she's been. I was really hoping she'd become part of the little group I've pretty much made here. I miss her.

Past that, all I've really been doing is working, coming back to the apartment, watching old Sonics games (because I can't see new Sonics games even in this new dimension), and eating my highly destructive diet of nothing but my 3 Cs: chow mein, chicken, and coffee. Once I have more money to my name, I can break off of this diet. I'm pretty sure I've lost weight since getting here. I was 135 getting here, I'm probably down to 132. I don't have a scale, or else I'd know.

Well I guess I am here. Anyone care to explain?

So, this is going to sound like the most random thing in the world, but does anyone out there happen to be talented with the violin and/or cello?

I'm trying to add a few classically trained musicians to the Eternal Embrace lineup, to make the songs even more rich and intricate when performing live.

A'ight. So, while I enjoy watching some wrestling now and then, it's not totally my cup of tea, either. But when the Queen of Monstropolis asks you to broadcast the NJPW G1 Climax Tournament from your sports bar, you listen.

And it's pretty great. Feels more like real sports than that WWE bullshit. I looked at Her Highness and admitted, "These guys are really good. Not a boring one in the bunch".

To which a guy named Yoshi-Hashi came walking out, and the Queen sighed, "Might wanna hold off on that statement".

....I suspect Yoshi-Hashi might translate to "drying paint" in English.

Huh. So is this place really safe? But why do they not have a better arcade then?

WOOHOO!!!! Not only did I just get a job, but I got a job that my dad's probably in Heaven bragging to everyone about.


Private to Katie Montes
BABE!!! I just got hired as Tony Stark's assistant!

This text convo just happened:

Jenny: You've literally never regretted even one stupid thing you've done, have you?

Me: ...I used 2 Live Crew's "We Want Some Pussy" as my first ring entrance music.

Jenny: BUT DO YOU REGRET IT?

Me: Point taken.

Day fourteen... and a half, I guess? I dunno. There's probably something a little different than that in the subject line. If not... eh, yeah, day fourteen and a half, I'll just go with that.

Jenny has a job now. She gets to help out Tony fucking Stark. TONY STARK. (read: probably the most intelligent being here.) I mean, holy heck. That's a really big deal. She's gonna be a big deal again. Maybe not to the extent of TONY STARK, but hey, people will recognize her for helping him out.

I never doubted she'd get something like this for a second, though. I hope she assists the hell out of him.

Anyway, back to work I go. I just needed to get that out there.

Ooh, the 2005 Sonics playoff run...

Quick update on my dad for all of you.

So, he's in the hospital, severely dehydrated and partially starved. He's awake, but kinda catatonic. I say kinda because he's completely aware of everything being said to him, but he's not reacting to anything.

Three hours.

I just spent three goddamn hours in this 'welcome center' having people I've never seen in my life try to convince me that I'm on another planet, in another reality, and that fictional people are real here. And then they have the nerve to just expect me to believe them.

Really? Really?

And this thing I'm typing into... it's supposedly a phone. And people can see what I'm typing.

If this is real? And not some ridiculously elaborate prank? I'm seriously going to freak the hell out.

On the off-chance anyone can see this, I'm Miranda. Miranda Hobbes. I'm 18 years old and have literally no idea what to say here.