NO EXITS

What's a girl gotta do to get a few fruity cocktails with a couple of handsome men to fawn over her with palm fronds poolside?

Or should I try to make that a little less blunt and more woe-is-me, I'm so vulnerable here in this pocket dimension, would a nice strong man help me adjust?

You know what, I can't even fake being a helpless fawn. That was Alice's forte a long time ago

( Left on Stephen Strange's Bed, Late Afternoon )

Is it just me or has this shithole already done the whole 'sweets from a stranger's van, come and get it, nothing weird here' type of thing before? To us?

[private message: paul atreides]

Hey, uhhh - you good? Just checking. Because, you know. Reasons. If you want me to fuck off just say so but please don't because I'm soft and you're kind of my kid and it would suck

[Steve]

I have a roommate now. It's a bo

[Paul]

Sorry for throwing that book at you.

I just got a DVD with my name on it! Who wants to have a watch party?

If we're here for a week, what do you do here?

You don't even have rambling man or hard luck woman on your radios.

[NEBULA]

Is everyone here so [...] needy?

Can someone put Strange up for the night?

FILTER TO ELSA

Can we discuss...ice magic? Possible how to, oh I don't know, make it go away?

FILTER TO ELEVEN

I'm stuck inside my room for a bit. You doing okay? Anything weird going on?

[Text to Steve Harrington]

> Open the door, Steve.

> I know you're in there.

> I've been floating outside the door for 10 minutes and my key isn't working. What's going on?

> I can't knock because of the damn spikes.

> Is there somebody in there with you? Do I need to come back?

> Fuck

Hey, so. The kids were obsessed with all that fantasy crap back home and I vaguely remember them being pretty into a book about some rings. Do we think there is any merit to rings being, you know, some sort of problem?

Because when I was hanging out in the taverns last week? Dude dropped one and I kind of forgot it was still in my pocket.

And anyway just tossing it out there since it's here now and I don't know. I want to make sure there isn't any evil wizards going to come this way.

One of you magic people want to look it over? Make sure it's not going to bring fire and hailstorm down on us?

Why am I blue?

[...]

Look what I have. It's pretty bitchin.

[ attached is an image. ]

private message to roomie steve:

Hey, I'm sorry about the rat lady. I know you two were getting kind of close. This place blows, as usual. You want to do anything to take your mind off it or just lie around being mopey? Either's valid.

The tower.

Why is it watching us?

Hello [...] My name is El.

[ ooc note: this is after she's encountered someone and they were nice enough to explain how to use the device she's been given. ]

Hey, who wants to hit up the little carnival they've got going on? The clown barrels are just a touch creepy in a low budget horror movie sort of way but they've got games and who doesn't love a game or two? One of the signs I saw was five tries for a quarter.

They'd have charged a whole dollar for one try back home.

And that water balloon game isn't fun alone so, come on, you guys know you want to. I don't want to just play against the singing strangers in the pastels.

PRIVATE TO CLEO

Want to go ride the Carousel?

So.

Cats sucked.

Who wants to see Cats?

If anyone needs anything at all, let me know and my beautiful rat army will bring it you.

However, that is how I ended up in prison, so I will need to know that if I disappear, my one phone call will be to... shit, who would I call?

(after steve's attempt to ET phone home)

What the hell? I got attacked by a squirrel AND a piece of flying paper.

Anyone want to tell me what's going on? This doodad is AMAZING! Look I can make little people 🤖

( Read more... )

Hey.

So, with the whole sinking thing, I didn't get a chance to introduce myself. I kind of have a feeling a few others didn't as well. I'll kick off by saying I'm Steve Harrington. I'm from Hawkins, Indiana and it was 1985.

One of the things I really enjoy is sports. It's been a bit since I've been on a real team and all but I figure if we're stuck here for a bit why don't we come up with something? Eliot's got a great thing going with the classes for everyone but you've got to shake things up a bit with some fun, too, you know?

I'm pretty flexible with what we could play but I figured I'd put it out there as an idea. Is anyone interested? Is there some sport that you'd particularly like to get going as a community thing? Personally I'm a basketball guy but anything works. And this is a school, theoretically, so there's bound to be equipment in that gym that I've not looked at.

Anyway.

Anyone up for it? Or want to just say 'hey' and all now that it's calm and there's no murdering mermaids and the like?

And as an aside? Where's the theater because I need jeans pronto.

Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. Many of you seem to be experiencing emotional distress. How may I assist you?

[the following are under separate filters.]

( Rocket )

( Tim Stoker )

( Anita Dickenme )

( Tandy Bowen )

( Carver )

There's some sort of field around this island that's preventing me from opening portals to get us off this island.

I'd almost think that something wanted us here.

hi yes hello

i've been walking around this island for hours now and haven't seen a school, can someone please find me?

My dearest friend,

Welcome to Derleth.

I am so sorry I could not be there to greet you myself, but I trust you'll find your way around soon enough. Most of the students have not yet arrived for the new semester and so I've arranged for [your?] lodging on campus. You'll find a key in your pocket. Just like old times, eh?

Should the experiment go as planned, for one week we will be able to displace time and space itself. I believe with my calculations we will be able to control the effects and no one shall be the wiser. To anyone not directly involved it will be imperceptible.

Feel free to wander the campus in the meantime. We'll begin the experiment at [muffled] Hall, on Thursday, precisely at midnight.

We'll show them, won't we?

Un Sacrificium Parvis ob Adagnitio.