Knowhere IC

Not that this ain't been ...special to watch unfold but someone want to point me in the direction of where I might get myself a ship?

Just so we're all on the same page here, this is all crazy, right? Like crazier than all of us being from different universes, but ending up on this space head together crazy.

Sigh...

Cas, is there any way you can fix me?

Ah-ha! It looks like I'm back to normal again. The fires are burning again, and nothing that I touch is exploding.

It feels good to-


...oh, shit! Gambit! Your gloves, I still have them! Where are you?

Fuck, it's cold. Doesn't look like there's actually much for me to do in medical right now so how about a hypothetical? Imagine you've been in the desert on deployment for three months. Apart from the obvious (beer, real food, etc), what on the floating head in space would you want to do?


( Private Notes )

[Filtered; Castiel]

That was the first time in my life I've ever been ditched during a meal and been left with a tab.

It got really awkward when I told her I had no money. Thank you for that.

There is not enough alcohol to deal with people who have been turned into plush animals. The talking furry beast I can handle. The rotting head of a giant, floating in space, I can handle. People who have magical powers and are starting things on fire, I can handle.

I draw the line at people who get turned into dolls.

Cosmo is okay, but this is all too strange. Cosmo thinks it has something to do with the Cortex. Device was removed from Cortex and then all this happenink. We will fix, do not worry.

Please also check in on this post. Let Cosmo know what happenink to you or friends. We keep track and make sure everyone is back to normal when over.

Who: Sabo & Gambit (1610)
What: Sabo brings Gambit his gloves.
When: After this.
Where: Gambit's apartment.
Rating: High for language and violence.
Status: Closed - In Progress

( He couldn't lie. )

[Filtered Away from Integra]

Abraham refuses to bloody well leave, and the damned Sultan is dogging my every step. How much alcohol can mortals consume before they poison themselves?

This is not where I expected to wake up.

So at the beginning of the week, I woke up with a few years' worth of memories from the afterlife. Good news is, being dead is not that bad after you get past the whole dying part. This morning, I got tangled in my own pant legs, tripped into the wall (sorry, that's going to need to be patched), burned my hand on a spaceship engine, and got trampled by my chocobo.

Did I make some mysterious Cetra god angry in and not get the memo? I thought I did a pretty good job with the whole "help Cloud save the world" mission, considering I was a ghost and all.

So that was fun. Anyone have any idea why we were suddenly in Pee Wee's Giant Space Playhouse?

I swear, I haven't seen that many confused children since that day when they accidentally played an adult film instead of Moana.

(OOC: Please backdate to yesterday, the second day of the tropes plot, because ugh Travel.)


Uhm.

Hello?

Who: Martha Jones, Rose Tyler
What: Because sometimes you need a proper doctor
Where: Ten/Handy's TARDIS
When: June 16, Day 1 of Tropes Plot, after this
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: In-progress Incomplete due to character drop

( Rose's day did not start off well. )

Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow.

Never invite me to Asgard. Ever.

Ow.