Network comm for The Land of Make Believe

You know, this might have made more sense back on the plane. But I remember picking up my bags at baggage claim. And heading to my terminal.

Where in the hell am I?

Can we have a roll call here? There's so many of you on this network and I have no idea who you are. So let's pretend I'm offering virtual tea and scones (I have real ones too, now that I've found the kitchens), so let's do introductions!

I'll start. I'm Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, and one of Artemis's Hunters.

Sirius Black!

If you are going to bring random women home in the dead of night the least you could do for those trying to sleep in the surrounding rooms is put up a silencing charm. Yes, I heard you all through the wall.

Does anyone care to tell me why I woke up this morning in a strange room with a naked woman holding a knife over me, demanding to know if I'm Hyde's new whore?

Yusuf? Eames?

I think there's a lesson to be learned here, kiddies. Just because there are no parents, teachers, cops, or other people in authority... i.e. THE MAN.... doesn't mean we can live in a state of chaos.

(Private to Hyde)
What was that rule about crazy women? Hhhm? And you laughed at me for not taking home a floozie from a bar.