In The Tardis

Well this sure ain't California. One minute I'm in my lab, the next I'm in someone else's. Not the first time that's happened, but usually there's more dancing and alcohol before I forget where I've been. Having gotten a look around, I've got questions. Half of this tech looks like something out of my dreams as a kid.

On the up side, somehow got to Vegas. Peg's gonna have a field day with this one. Hmm... what table to try first?

Am I still dead? Is that what this is? Some sort of Hell loop?

I need to get home. This is non-negotiable. I have a kid at home that needs me

I can’t get a straight answer on where we are and how to leave but I’m willing to jump through hoops to make it happen.

speech-to-text.

I want to speak to Dustin. Dustin Henderson. I want to speak to him right now.

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Who: Dr Linda and Peter Parker (1)
What: Therapy, bitches.
When: a few days after Thanksgiving
Where: Tony’s lab
Warnings: tbd

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With the TARDIS essentially out of action while she refuels, I’m sure anxiety is running a bit high, and given the potential for people to go a bit stir crazy at the moment, I feel as if I should maybe extend the offer of a friendly ear if anyone feels like they might need to air anything. No pressure or obligation, obviously, but my door is open to any of you if you feel like you need it.

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This was definitely not the appointment I had scheduled for today.

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