Network comm for The Land of Make Believe

I was told that this was how people here communicate with one another.

I arrived today. My name is Agent Natasha Romanoff. Hello.

Would anyone with a good grasp of local culture be willing to suggest possible occupations I may explore? I'm a former politician, but I would like to avoid reentering politics. It seems things in politics are different here, anyhow, when compared to where I'm from originally.

What strange realm is this?!

I demand to know by what power I have been brought here, and by whose authority I have been stripped of Mjölnir!

I swear by Odin Allfather and the very halls of Asgard that whoever has done this to me shall pay handsomely for their crimes!

[Filtered against children]

I just went to see if Kurt's things were still here but they're gone. I don't think he is coming back.

I was thinking on having Ariadne and Arthur's funeral service on Monday evening. Neither of them were particularly religious so it won't be a church service, more of a memorial service. Basically, if anyone wants to say a few words about either Arthur or Ariadne, please let me know.

Arthur was US military. As far as I'm concerned, he died whilst on a mission. I'm not asking for someone to drag out a bugle and play Taps, but if anyone who is planning on attending is military as well (I don't really care which military, to be honest) I would appreciate it if we could manage a 21-gun salute for him.

Now that this is all over...will someone teach me how to hunt fight and shoot? You know, just in case there's a next time.

Sudden thought, everyone.

If the power's not back on soon we'll all be going dark before long. Might it not be an idea to arrange group meetings or something, you know, just to keep everyone in touch. Say 11am every day until we're back in business.

Actually, might it not be an idea to arrange to sleep in groups? For safety, I mean. Some of us are alone in our rooms and with no phones it wouldn't be easy to call for help if it's needed.

Just a thought. Maybe.

( Private message to Nathan Young and Alisha Bailey )

So, what's the bloody score already?

Gwaine is gone. Sorry to any of his friends.

It has been an exhausting few days but the clean up effort has gone quicker with my aid. I am glad to give it but I must apologize for my lack of appearance around here because of it.

( Ariadne )

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! )

I am finding this very strange this whole ordeal of a secret identity. Back home it seemed so terribly important to obtain one, to make sure no one knew Donald and I were the same.

Here, no one minds this and those told of our linked existence don't believe it. Very, very strange.

I'm glad for the change of weather and look forward to winter, even if it always reminds me of a time spent in Jotunheim.

This was so not supposed to happen!

BLAINE!!

I am dreaming. I am not looking in the mirror.

This is not real. There is no place like home. Click your heals together or something.

I look so wrong. I know I sing girl songs, and some have commented on certain outfits, but this is NOTNOTNOTNOT right.

BLAINE, HELP! SERENA!

I think I will be hiding today.

oh frell me

NO DON'T oh man

Dear really really hot lady, please don't hurt me because I did not steal your body. Look, it's all over the network.

Harv needs to shut up.

uh hi, I'm Crichton, and last time this happened to me we had badges with who we really are printed on them so I think we should do that because even with six people, it got confusing and this is a whole frelling castle's worth of people in the wrong bodies.

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.

My name is Thor. I am the son of Odin, brother of Loki, betrothed to Sif. My father is a King God and I am set to inherit the throne of Asgard, where I come from. I hold the power of the heavens in Mjolnir. I am as quick as the lighting I control, by my hand I have slayed many foes of Asgard, but it is also by my hand that the truce with the Frost Giants was broken. By my hand, with my pride.

These are not truths learned by searching my own memory fully. These are truths read from a graphic novel detailing my origins, my life, my adventures with the Avengers. These are not truths I know, these are truths extracted from my subconscious by Ariadne who is kind enough to show patience where I lack much.

I want nothing more than to feel certain that these are my memories and they are real but even if they are my subconscious, even if the novel is incredibly accurate to my tale up until arriving here I can not help but feel these truths are not real. Yet they must be for I would not exclaim them so boldly to all if they were not.

I find myself unable to find a true peace here though it comes quick for Donald Blake. He finds his peace in others and in his work, but what work is there for me? What evil is there for me to defeat? Is this a part of my father's punishment? To live a life without battle?

There is but a few who bring me to thinking of others and not myself and as of late is has been Ariadne. She is in my dreams often, those she controls and those she does not. At times, in the ones not controlled, it is her sitting on my bed and speaking of betrothal, not Sif. She reminds me much of Jane Foster, who was also very good to me, but Donald loved Jane.

Donald does not feel for Ariadne how I do, his heart is with another. I wish I had my own body. Donald is like a brother to me but I can not see how I can function as my own person if I am constantly sharing my place in this universe with another. I am certain Donald feels the same way.

I never asked to be a demigod. I never asked to be attacked by monsters on a daily basis only to get blamed for every single thing they destroyed because humans can't see through the damn mist. I never asked for an absentee father or a scumbag of a step-father. All I ever wanted was to be normal. I never wanted to be a hero. And some hero I turned out to be, I can't even remember how many people....no kids....died because of me. It's my fault Charles Beckendorf and Bianca and Michael Yew and countless others died and I know it. I don't know why anyone would have wanted me in charge, because all I did was almost get Camp Half-Blood and New York destroyed.

And I don't even need to be reminded of how stupid I can be. I know that I don't think things through and people almost always get hurt. I've put my friends in danger countless times all because they believed it me, but I don't even know if I believe in myself.

And then there's Annabeth who is so smart and could have anyone she wanted. I'm afraid that one day she'll decide she's put up with my stupidity long enough and find someone else who she can have conversations with about architecture and who knows big words and can spell without having to rely on spell check for everything.

I miss my mom. She always knows just what to say or do to make me feel better, but she's at home with her new husband instead of here to bring home blue jellybeans or make me blue pancakes.

Oh my. This is not good at all. I cannot in good conscience put buttons on anything again. At least for a while.

Who: Donald Blake/Thor and Jo
What: Donald decides to really explore his surroundings.
Where: Castle grounds
When: Monday late afternoon

( Long have I wished never to visit this realm... )