Multiverse of Madness

I'm finally back, and now there's no Eliot (thanks, red portal) and really no Margo. That's just freaking great.

I did enjoy being home for a while. Though I definitely do not endorse red portal travel.

[Blossom]
It was not the same without you in it.

All of this is starting to give me Seelie Court flashbacks, and I'm not having a good time.

Mor and I decided to get married!

So I can officially call him my husband.

Based on the information I've been given I'm to understand that...

I'm in the oysterhuman realm.

In New York.

I don't suppose there's a place to get cup of actual tea?

I sort of thought if I found myself here it would be to locate Alice.

So much for going to get my best friend back. I'm so sorry, Bonnie.

From what I've been told, there is no way home so I'm going to try and make the best of it. Because that is what I do. I survive.

Hi, I'm Elena and I guess I am the new girl on the block.

In lieu of the pitiable lack of the planned beach soiree—and my condolences to those affected by the latest of these such abductions—and at great personal risk as I at long last put myself physically near the village of New Asgard, I plan to hold a performance of my greatest hits and a few new ones on the waterfront. Bring your blankets. Bring your tankards. Bring your smiling faces.

My dulcet tones will commence two hours before sunset today!

Knowledge is a heavy burden to bear, my friends.

I remember what happened to me.

And I fear what it means for our little conclave of refugees.

The droids are doing a harmony or something. One makes a noise, the others copy.

[Poe]
https://www.cozymeal.com/cooking-class/18173/homemade-pizza-with-a-twist Want to try this?

[Miles]
Sorry, I kinda fell off the face of the Earth for a minute...about my proposal...have a minute to meet soon?

[Filtered away from Morpheus]
My not quite husband is here.

On the one hand? I'm thrilled.

On the other? He's going to hate this place.

[...]
Does anyone know of a place I can buy a Hookah?

If you need me for the next couple of days, don't.

(Backdated to Sunday evening. Sent via voice text, through FRIDAY outside of Medical at the Facility.)

Jaskier has been gravely hurt. He is here in the Medical Wing at the Facility getting the finest of care. I found him outside of New Asgard, on the side of the road. I will stay here with him to ensure his recovery, though I imagine he would much rather have you by his bedside when he wakes.

It's really been two months?

With everything going on, I've been thinking about the past. All the things we've been through. I miss... I don't know. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, I guess, and missing the community that comes with living at the Facility. I was thinking I might grab a bottle of wine and some popcorn, and head over to the Rec Room to watch some movies. Does anyone else want some company? I think it'd do our minds and hearts some good to be together.

One of those baleful portals took someone just down the road from me. I felt its pull.

Seemed almost... familiar.

I'm trying not to write a song about it. Might be in bad taste.

Jask and I have been holed up in the studio for the last few days, and he suggested that maybe we could play a bit in the common area for a couple of hours a day during the week, if people wanted? I can take a lot of requests, and Jaskier picks up on the songs like a freakin' prodigy.

Any interest? We just thought it might be good for morale or whatever. If I'm way off base, tell me that, too! I don't want to bug people.

Two weeks have gone, and I've only scratched the thinnest membrane of this wild and wondrous world. I have yet to plumb the depths of such a luscious fruit!

I'm not so oblivious or wrapped up in my own discoveries not to sense the overhanging mood among my fellow refugees. How do you all fare, my loves and lovelies?

Hello! The lovely Lady Friday told me that many portal refugees send out general greetings upon their arrival, but I have to confess, I got rather distracted by the interior hot rain shower machine.

Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove, at your pleasure, but call me Jaskier. Everyone does. Do you like my picture? I had no idea I could look like this!

Registered for the local college to take a couple classes. This place isn't entirely like Gotham, have extra time on my hands in spite of also working at the Agency. Maybe I'll find whatever it is I'm looking for but can't seem to something I like. Kind of a last minute decision but I'd been browsing some of the psychology courses for criminal profiling. I start next semester.

Is Simon going viral for singing Disney songs at Hollywood Studios a violation of the Accords?

Semi-real question.

Also, the video is hella cute. Jace's face in the background is what absolutely sends me, though.

It feels like we all need a little Christmas spirit. Is anyone interested in a Secret Santa Gift Exchange this year?

..Ran into a snag in my attempt to get my own PI license. Need to be 25 in New York to do so legally. Ugh.

Considered hacking my way into it but considering what the job is it doesn't seem like the most legal law abiding way to go about it.

Is it too early to start discussing Thanksgiving plans?

I got bored and experimented with eye shadows I had laying around from Halloween. But that was like three days ago and now I just have raccoon eyes forever I guess. Black won't come off. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ That's a good look, so no it isn't black eyes if you see it.

Hey everyone! Come join the gang at the Facility for a horror movie marathon this weekend to celebrate Halloween. We'll go super traditional on Saturday, and then a little more contemporary (and sometimes funny) on Sunday.

Saturday
Psycho (1960)
Halloween (1978)
Alien (1979)
A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)
The Fly (1986)

Sunday
Shaun of the Dead (2004)
Snakes on a Plane (2006)
Zombieland (2009)
Get Out (2017)
Hereditary (2018)

And we'll pick up with any fan favorites on Monday. Feel free to comment below with your vote!

If you happen to be on the second floor, be mindful of the ice. It can be slippery.

[OOC: Snart saw the ghost of his jerk dad outside his room (2P), so he shot at him with his cold gun. Cause you know, logic. No, he is not cleaning the mess. He gave you a warning, that's nice enough]

Jesus Christ, I went to grab something from the Portal Room, and... it's like... I don't even know. Something weird--something scary. I can't even put my finger on it, I just... I started shaking and trembling, and... Well, I've experienced terror in my life, but this was something else entirely.

What the heck is going on? First the garage, and now this?

October really is the best time of year. New True Crime podcasts every day this month. Content galore! And I may have found a variety of halloween flavored coffees to last well into next year.

I know not everyone celebrates the holiday, but I was floored when I received a text mesage from my father warning me there are only 85 days until Christmas.

You're welcome.

[Private to Zari]
I need you. You busy?

I know I kinda maybe brought it on myself by suggesting to go swimming after the wedding. Which, by the way, was awesome and so purple and full of all those good feels and love. Congrats on getting hitched, my dudes.

ANYWAY... I sort of lost my shoes. They aren't important but they are a favorite pair. Did anyone happen to pick them up?

All these "glimpses from home" do is make me that much more homesick.

My turn I guess. Just makes me miss people that aren't here.

.. That was.. Something. Threshold.

People do this every weekend? except for

[Dick]
Sorry if I worried you. Ended up sleeping at someone's house the other night. It wasn't exactly planned.

[ooc: posted backdated on the late evening of the 13th]

Sooooooooooo, is the portal giving out weird memories or daydreams or something?

Getting one about kissing my friend and them making it snow was cool and all, but maybe not in the middle of Math class.

Who wants to go out for a drink tonight?

I need to get out and do something fun.

Feeling kinda restless. Usually going for a run does the trick but that just isn't doing it for me today. Too much to think about. How can you miss people you haven't met? Maybe I'm hungry.

“East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
We're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there.”

Please ignore me if you hear me singing in the kitchen, this is going to be in my head for the next week. It may be older than me, but that film still entertains me. I don’t remember there being so many swears though.

test

[...]

Oh thank god.

Messages are finally going through, but someone can read this, right?

I CAN GO OUTSIDE NOW!!!!



That's it. That's the post.

Things I have learned about being trapped in a time bubble:

• It's scary, seeing everyone around you frozen mid-action.
  
• If I'd been by myself, I would have been horribly bored and probably a little out of my mind by the end of hour two.
  
• The barrier of a time bubble reacts to gravimetric force.
  >> Caveat: this force has to be as strong as a black hole. (Ask me how!)
  
• Being stuck in a temporal distortion with a loved one isn't a bad way to spend a temporal anomaly.

Oh. My. God. You know that joke "I spent a month there one afternoon"?

I just fucking LIVED it, and it was. Not. Fun.

I wanted to take some of my newly-returned wardrobe out for a spin, so I went into the city to go club-hopping. I had dinner, I drank, I danced, I flirted. I drank and danced and flirted some more, and even met a great guy, and one thing led to another and when I walked out his door the next morning I was BACK AT THE CLUB TWELVE HOURS EARLIER.

I lived that same twelve hours over and over and over and over again. No matter what I did, or where I went, time just kept resetting. And it wasn't just here in New York. I tried to escape by flying to Paris. Didn't help, except I got to experience the same morning in Paris half a dozen times before I was suddenly back at the club.

Nothing I did made a difference, as far as I can tell. It just...stopped. Which is scary. It could have gone on forever, for all I know.

om* om* om*

I just woke up to find all my music gear here!!!! My room is a mess, but I don't care!

I should probably ask if there's a soundproof space so I don't annoy my neighbors. Sorry, neighbors.

But this means I can play gigs again!!

There's no way I can go to sleep again, and there's still half the day left. Oops.

But I still don't care, because muuuusiiiic!!!!!!

I think the portal has a thing against archers. Or the route between range and kitchen is just jinxed. Like Clint, it just took me five hours to travel between the two. Kind of loathed to leave the range now I'm finally here, even if my coffee is ice cold.

This is going to sound weird, but can someone come pick me up in the city? I know there's cars but haven't actually used them, so I'm not sure who to call or ask.

[Security & Science Teams]

I'm not even really sure if you need to know this or not, but I woke up this morning in my old bedroom. As in, my back home universe bedroom, or what would have been that. Except it's not my apartment, my mom wasn't there, looked totally different. I barely sneaked out before the current resident saw me. And I have no idea how I got there.

Maybe not time weirdness, but it's something. I'm still pretty freaked

If anyone experiences any odd time or space phenomenon, please let Security and/or the Science Department know as soon as possible. There's a dedicated channel for both, and you can leave messages anonymously as well.

Please don't abuse the latter.

[Cora]

First of all, are you okay?

Secondly, why am I only just now hearing that you came back through the portal? I didn't know you'd gon

I see a lot whinging going on about some UN edict. Suck it up, people. You could be stuck in the fourteenth century with a bunch of primitive screwheads, fighting off an army of the undead. I know. I've been there.

[Long, rambling spiel about his adventures there redacted]

Anyhow, I'm Ash. Ash Williams. I'm new here. From where I stand, things here look pretty good. Especially that little hottie next door. Kaylee, what say you and I get a drink and get to know each other?

This is the single coolest thing to EVER happen to me.

Okay, I'm kind of tired of falling through mirrors and ending up in places I don't expect.

Though...going out on a limb here, but is there someone named Quentin around?

Tag dump, please ignore