NO EXITS

[after this]

There's food in my room. No one needs to go back to the mess hall or the Kitchen for a while.

Shuri made sure of it.

Ngamana Bast angakukhusela, dade omncinci. *


[* translation: Bast protect you, little sister]

[To teams John/Rodney went out with + friends]

I am stuck in the theatre and Sheppard is out there making more noise than he should be!

i don't know what you people are up to or what kinda place this is but

MAYBE DON'T RUN OUTSIDE??????

SOME LADY JUST GOT WRECKED

I THINK I SAW SOMETHING THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE INSIDE ON THE OUTSIDE AND THAT AIN'T RIGHT

Well, this might be the most desperate or absolute stupidest thing I've ever done, but I'm going to let my new friend Elvis summon a demon to possess me to see if I can fight off these things.

Anyone have a music player I can borrow? Apparently it will help guide me back. Glenn Miller would be nice.

Can someone get me close enough to enchant one?

We're not in Disney anymore.

Has anyone ventured out yet? I think we need a coordinated effort here. Back home, I've lead a team that explores new, potentially hostile planets on a regular basis. I think a few of us should try to see what exactly we're dealing with while everyone else stays in the dorm.

Any volunteers?

I have some really bad news. I'm not going to be useless

Who: Steve Rogers and Wanda Maximoff.
What: Enjoying being normal sized, Steve makes a visit.
Where: Wanda's room.
When: Week 17 (A Sizeable Problem); Day 6.
Rating: Low.
Status: Closed; In progress.

( snipsnip )

It's good to be person sized again. Things were starting to get a little too X-Babies.

And here I thought I'd left my college days behind me.

Hey, everyone do me a quick favor and find a stable and safe place to hang out for the next 15 minutes? Preferably one that isn't near the squirrels, just in case. We accounted for the squirrel factor, but y'know. Science is about the journey to the right answer. And maybe even the friends we all make along the way...

Long (tall?) story short: Rick and I think we have this thing all figured out, so brace up!

[[OOC: Here's the inflection point of the plot! Campus will return to normal size the morning of Day 6. Your character is welcome to remain size-altered if you'd like and would like to keep exploring that.]]

This is bullshit.

So, we're doing this, huh?

The name's Carol Danvers, some people call me Captain Marvel.

I can't say it's the first time I've heard of pocket dimensions. It's a lot more mundane than what I was expecting. It's cute, but I have a few hundred planets that need me right now so I really don't have time for a vacation right now.

I read that some of you have been here for months?

There was a tiny kid who was having trouble getting food the other day. I don't remember his name, but he was supposed to let me know where to drop something off for him and never did. So I'm assuming he either starved to death, got eaten by a squirrel, or managed to crawl up into the cupboard? If anyone knows what happened to him, give me a shout. Not that I'm worried or anything. Totally don't care. NATASHA. Are we still on for a rousing chorus of Asgardian drinking songs at the end of the week? Because I need it. Also, you might have to supply the liquor.

Hey tiny people,

There's a slightly larger than normal trampoline outside. Have some fun stress relief! Don't worry about the squirrels or anything. I left them snacks to stay busy and I'll stick around like a scary bodyguard.

My magic is still a little backwards but I can at least understand it again.

( Read more... )

Still too short to do anything fun so I need entertainment.

Let's play a game. It's called Fuck-Marry-Kill. Or, I guess if you're more polite, it can be called Shag, Marry, Cliff or Bed, Wed, Behead. Either way, you comment on this post and other people give you a list of three names and you have to say with you'd bang, which you'd marry, and which you'd dispose of.

Make it good, people. A bored Margo is a dangerous Margo, even if I'm the size of your average two year old.

Look, I was shorter before the serum but this? This is ridiculous.

Newspaper won't fix this. Stilts wouldn't even help.

[TJ & Billy K.]

Are you both alright?

I seem to have faired alright with these new events, though I believe a saw an incredibly large squirrel out on the Green this morning. I mean it was about the size of a horse. Has anyone else seen this?

[LOKI]

Did you get through the reset okay?

Uh, so... it appears my husband has turned into an action figure.

( cut for image )

Any of you magic types able to help get him out of the armor at least?

I'm almost nine foot tall, and my clothing no longer fits. Somehow I'm not sure there's anything in the theater for me to wear aside from a giant towel or a bedsheet.

A little help would not go unpaid.

If you're incredibly small, I'd be happy to give you a lift.

Who's up for the Indiana Jones stunt show?

Thanks to all of you who came out last night. It was a hell of a party. And a weird night that I am not thinking about.

Loki - I wanna know why Tony got a hug and I didn't. I am hurt.


[Wanda]
I saw that Billy showed up. Are you okay? Want to grab lunch today? I need to be away from Tony for a while.

I have an absurd amount of money left over so if anyone wants to join me at Via Napoli for dinner tonight, let me know and I'll make reservations. The more the merrier. Who knows when we'll get a chance to eat pizza again, right?

[Stevie]

You settling in okay, kid? Anymore pink mishaps?

I'm going to down this champagne and then I'll go look for Teddy.

Also, hi. I'm new to all this. Call me Billy. I really liked the paper airplane. Nice trick. How'd you magic that up? Like, I'm self taught but I never thought to do that. Be a good thing for the groups I've been in for sending secret messages...

The missus and I have come into some cash of the don’t ask, don’t tell variety. Which means we’re throwing a party.

In the immortal words of John Hammond, we’ve spared no expense. So come one, come all, come celebrate our pretend marriage. Better yet, just celebrate us. I have been assured there will be food, fireworks, booze, and excess like only Disney can do.

July 5, 6pm, [location].

Hold up.

Did everyone's room change except for mine? Why am I just now finding out that everyone except for the Birdman and myself received private rooms? Someone needs to figure out how to get in contact with Derleth management because clearly a mistake has been made.

Apparently tomorrow is July 4th, which means that it's Steve Rogers' birthday. Be sure and wish him a Happy Birthday when you see him.

[Steve]

What kind of cake would you like?

[Friends]

And my daughter from another universe is here.

If there's something here that needs fixing I'm afraid I'm completely Tallus-less. And not too sure if I'm pissed to get pulled out of retirement or psyched for Disney. Being Khalifa's nice and all, apart from the responsibility, but there aren't too many rollercoasters in the Arabian Golden Age.

I have taken the liberty to peruse the available literature on this particular location.

It appears to be a mid-20th century institution that lasted well into the early 21st century, and it is called an 'amusement' park. Yet I fail to see what is amusing.

I have observed at least thirty people complain about sore feet, and many more about the heat. And I have witnessed children losing sight of their parents at what appears to be a rather alarming rate. This does not seem amusing.

And there people attempting to take 'photos' of me. Is it required of me to stand still?

{FILTERED TO PARENTS (minus Rick, since he did not appear to want to be disturbed)}

But I am in need of advice. Ordinarily, I would ask Dr Crusher or Counsellor Troi, but they do not seem to be present. I have a daughter of whose existence I was previously unaware of, and I am uncertain how to proceed. And I have heard many of my human shipmates complain about their parents.

How do I avoid this?

I'm going to take the opportunity to relax while it's here.

But I won't wear those shorts that I found in my room this morning. I'll stick with my grubby suit until I find a store.

Oh good. Now we get to stand in long lines for overly expensive mouse-shaped food and catch whatever the local children have who were riding the ride before us. Or we can get eaten by alligators.

Anyone have sunscreen?

Weird. I actually feel like I had a good night's sleep.

Why the fuck is there a castle outside?

I tire of being abducted by collectors, and I regret to inform you that I will be making my leave shortly.

But query - why is there a creature outside the force field that encapsulates this campus?

FANDRAL.

Stop Allmothering me.


DAN.

We good?


WANDA.

Training? First day of the new week? Bright and early? You can bring breakfast.

A few days late, but hi everyone. New addition to the experiment. It's been six days for me. How long has everyone else been here? What's your name? What do you miss the most?

Oh, my name's Quentin.


[ Magicians ]

I know I just got here and my memories back a few days ago, but isn't anyone else interested in why this place has wards on the second and third floors of Butler Hall?

A lot has happened, I thought we could share what we know.

I think the network is connected to all of this somehow. This isn't something I know, more like a theory, but a couple months ago we were on an alternate Derleth. My other self used magic to create an unhackable network, but I don't remember most of it. It feels like it may have actually connected us somehow, even across alternate timelines. I think it's why when most people disappear, sometimes it's a different version or timeline that appears in their place.

And speaking of disappearances, I asked The White Lady where people went when they disappeared for my wish. They go home, is the short answer. It's hard to put the knowledge she gave me into words but the time they spent here folds in on itself, it's there but they don't remember, like it never happened. I know that knowledge won't be a comfort for all of you. Sorry.

I would have brought up the information from my wish sooner but shit happened like it always does.

Anyone else care to share anything they've learned?


[TONY STARK]

[Photo Attachment: Julia's notes of how much of the potion she tried and the effects, detailing observations of healing after three small doses.]

[GUY WHO SHOT HER]

Hey. I don't blame you. You did what you had to do.