Network comm for The Land of Make Believe

[Dean is singing while at work.]

Is there anybody here who would like to start attending Mass with me? I remember Murphy and I

Captain's Log. Stardate Unknown.

I find myself among belongings that are not mine. This is not my bed. These are not my pajamas. And this is not my room. I have no idea where I am, nor whether I am still on the planet Earth. The air seems breathable; I have not suffocated yet. There is nothing in the room to indicate that I have been kidnapped. I am not restrained to the bed and have free roam over the room. The door is even unlocked. I shall explore some more.

I want my memaw. Someone sing soft kitty to me?

Can someone maybe take the boys for a few hours, please?

Somebody sure as hell better start explaining how I got here, right now.


[ooc: This AU!Jo is a demon and has been for a while. <3]

Start with the things you know to be true. My name is...what is my name? My name is...name, name, name. I am...what am I? Where am I? I built this world, it exists because of me. I am the last one left. The only one. I am dreaming. There is only one way to wake up, and I must wake up. I must wake up...

The sound of someone moving around comes through. A window opening. A grunt, a deep breath.



[OOC: Role reversal time! Dom got caught up in Limbo, Mal incepted him, and he's the one who jumped from the hotel balcony. Or, for the sake of drama, he's the one about to jump...]

Mein Gott! I can not truly be here. Tell me, is it really only March? How long has it been since the attack?!

[Filtered against children]

The last supply run I did with Simon was only mildly successful in that we got enough food to sustain for a few days and some medical supplies but it is clearly not enough. We are surrounded on all sides by these creatures and while the wards hold us in it also keeps us from being able to obtain necessary supplies to survive.

I wish to work out a supply run with those able to not only teleport, or apparate as the magicians call it, but those able to protect and run defense as it will more than likely be necessary with the sheer amount of these creatures.

I have spoken with Thor who says he can create cover in the form of rain which may work for us... or against us. Is there anyone willing to volunteer? It will be very dangerous but the more fight we bring with us the better chance of survival we all have.


In case some of you do not know me my name is Kurt Wagner. I'm also known as Nightcrawler to those familiar with Heroes for Hire. I am going to be able to teleport rapidly anyone willing to go in groups of two at the most if those willing to go can not do so themselves.

I'm glad the wards are up, I can finally sleep in my own bed (or as close to 'my own bed' as I'm going to get). I've drawn the curtains though...I don't want to see what's outside when I'm trying to sleep.

I can't help but feel a little useless stir-crazy though.

[Kurt]
I hear you're running supplies. Do you need assistance?

[Quentin]
How are you holding up? I want to see you

Who: Kurt Wagner and Murphy MacManus
What: Mass and revelations?
When: Tuesday evening 5:00 pm Mass
Where: A Catholic Church in the city
Rating/Warnings: Possible bad language
Status:Incomplete
( And on the eighth day, God created mutants. )

Who: Jamie Madrox, Kurt Wagner and Thor
What: Around Seven O' Clock on 11-6, Sunday, the three debut a voice post for advertisement of Jamie's new business. It can be heard by all castle residents, young and old as it is sent as a voice post originally from Jamie Madrox's phone. The same ad is played on a local radio station a couple times that evening, minus the mistakes.


( Heroes for Hire is open for business! )

[Penny]
figured it was you i went after when i was a wolf. wanted to say sorry, hope there's no hard feelings.

[Kurt Wagner]
thanks for watching the kid.

So what's the deal here? Am I dead or what? There should be a sign or something. Flashing neon and all that.

Is there even anyone there?

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

CAN.
YOU.
READ.
THIS???

Right then.

I'm still having trouble understanding the ways of the people here.

We started unarmed combat classes today at the Police Academy. The instructor asked the class if there was anyone in the class who throught they could beat him. And I did. He seemed very upset.

Maybe one of you that has been here longer can help me out. Why did he ask the question if he didn't want to find out the answer?

Okay kids, operation Get John A Job is now in full swing! I know you're all excited.

I don't know how anyone can be okay with this. I really really hoped that I'd wake up this morning and be me again.

Not that the body isn't attractive. At least, the face is... I can't look... down. It's just all wrong... it's not mine to look at...

I HATE showering because... well, see the above.

And I can't even keep her hair tidy for her. I have no idea how it's done.

PLEASE tell me I'm not the only one who feels like this? I've spent half my life saying I'm not a freak or a pervert... I'm not a freak, and I've never felt more like one than I do now.

And no. I'm NOT leaving my room and nobody can make me. Not until I'm back to normal. I can't even turn invisible. Actually, I probably could, but I'm having nothing to do with real magic.

Yet...

Can anyone recommend a non-fiction book I could look into acquiring? Offer up many, I read fast.

This is proving to be terribly confusing for me, but then I'm very new here so I don't quite know anyone yet. Andromeda, I am glad you have at least kept your body, that's one less to be confused about.

And thank goodness no one got mine, but do these sort of things happen a lot here?

I tried teleporting home the other day and that didn't work. How does one get home anyway?

It's actually pretty weird to think that it's my birthday, because my birthday had just passed at home before I was brought here. Atleast this year I wasn't fighting for my life with a possibility that I wasn't even gonna make it to my birthday. Actually, I could have died of embarrassment the last few days so that's not true.

I think I'm gonna go swim a few laps then head to breakfast. And if I don't get a blue cake today I guess it won't be that bad.

Ich verstehe nicht, wo ich bin, aber ich frage mich, ob dies Teil der Danger Room der Ausbildung? Es scheint so fügsam, dachte ich, etwas, was mich anzugreifen soll.






[OOC: if you hover over his text it translates OOC wise for you guys]