Incomplete Data: A panfandom, multi-world RP.

All right. I know it's Tuesday, and you've all got to get up at the crack of six tomorrow to shuffle off to your respective labor and reeducation pods like good little bees, but - hear me out.

You deserve something better tonight than gathering around your ho-hum table and making like you care what Junior's day was like while pretending to enjoy your cold-in-the-middle casserole or feigning appreciation for how hard your spouse works at their Very Important Job. Break out of your boring little nuclear hives! Mix it up! Fly free for an evening! Shake your tail over at the Rendezvous Ballroom - I'll be there, and it'll be a drag without you. Come see where it's at. Come hang with the crowd. Come be a part of something, and see how much better it feels than spending yet another hour around your godforsaken radios with your cream of mushroom families. Come dance Tuesday away, and when Wednesday shows its ugly face, dance it right out the door, too!

And when your boss complains that you're not getting anything done, these days, you can tell him – Michael says: he can shove his productivity in the orifice in which he least enjoys shoving things.

Has anyone visit the Rendezvous Ballroom yet? I haven't been dancing in years.

High School Teachers & Staff

Now that we've had a few days to settle into our roles here, I wanted to see if there are any questions you have regarding your teaching assignment, any potential problems or pitfalls, or anything else you'd like to bring up.

I don't know how many of you have teaching experience in your background, so if there's anything I can do to help make you more comfortable, please let me know.

I don't remember High School being like this the first time

[First Robotics]

So like.
I kind of feel like we might be able to just... build something that'll beat everyone to the moon?

Excuse me? I think there's been a bit of a mix up in this kidnapping. I'm just an IT guy and you're not going to get much of a ransom out of my cats.

i've had to face the harsh realization that my music career is going nowhere

apparently all i'm good at is football and warfare

so i'm quitting singing forever and cancelling my holiday show

with all new lyrics about winter and snow

sorry in advance to the three of you that bought tickets*

but there's greater talent in the chirping crickets

anyway everything sucks and i'm going to find a freezer to lock myself in

and forget my sorrows and the might-have-been

* sorry no refunds i spent it on poptarts

In the words of a well-respected colleague:

Damn it, Jim.

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