NO EXITS

Fuck

We lost Strange.

Okay.

This is upsetting in so many ways. I can't fix his disappearance. The only thing I can do is ask for volunteers to help pick up food stuff supplies. Stephen volunteered his time and services for this and we have a hole now.

FILTERED AWAY FROM THE LOCALS:

I've seen a few questions on the network about this place, and if this is the original Derleth. The answer to that is no, this is not the Derleth where the network was created and we were "attached" to this place. This is an extremely similar situation, but that was a much bigger town and campus. I remember it pretty clearly from the week I was there.

It seems that there is another campus out and about, like ours, with alternate versions of ourselves there. That means that there was someone who lived here who looked like you, and they've been missing for a year. We have a set time to stock up on items we need, so I'm not going to ask you all to stay on campus. What I am going to ask you to do is keep a very low profile. Don't use your real name. If someone recognizes you, tell them they have to be mistaken and then get out of that situation. Call me if you need to. I'm great at escapes.

If there's anyone in the science fields who would like to assist Professor Sanchez and his granddaughter on locating their Derleth, please let me know. They meant to get their Derleth back, and somehow managed to snag ours. That's not their fault, and if we can help, we should.

You know the usual drill on stocking up. Clothing, bedding, housewares, alcohol, food stuffs.

So some of you woke up with an extra body in the room this week? Mind if I take a look?

Anyway, Rick and I stole a bunch of shit from the weird ass park last week, so if anyone wants a temporary back up body in case of death*, let me know. They're going to take a bit to set up and we need to find a place to store them when not in use.

Also, anyone that wants to see how this works in case Rick or I disappear is welcome to.


[CARVER]

I assume you're your vampire self again?

(*OOC: it's 2 AC for a back up host body unless you won one for free in the roll this week. These may become more important when we settle into a semi-permanent setting without resetting if you ever choose to risk death for your character.)

I had to leave my dorm room in the middle of the night because there was a lifelike second Fen in my room. It was propped up and staring at me. Uh Anyone else with that issue?

Yeah, and we're in the void. Everything else seems fairly "normal."

The longer we're here the more creeped out I get by this place. I can't stop noticing flies now. And I'm kind of wondering what would happen if I tried to hand someone a few spiders or beetles or ants.

I hope you all like horses and dirt. Seems like we're in a small settlement in the old west called Sweetwater. Few people out late at night, but they're coming around this morning. Most of them seem pretty polite, but there appears to be an outlaw around these parts called Hector Escaton. He's got a gang, so I'd be concerned about that.

More importantly, I don't seem to have my super strength anymore. Anyone else having that issue?

I gather the memory flashes are new, yes? But conventional wisdom seems to hold that shouldn't last long, according to that thoughtful welcome I received. Of course, the aim might have been better.

In any case, it hasn't been all bad. Some of it's been interesting. I can't wait to see what happens next.

( make him the cutest that I've ever seen )

I have had my share of memories, I don't want any more.

It was fun at first, but they've become a burden.

Shoot. What happened? The last thing I remember is my shield collapsing during the fight.

If that's one of you tearing up pavement in a school bus during school hours...

Congrats, I guess.

Also maybe stop. You're earning celebrity status on the police radio, and I can't express how much I never asked for this job.

[[Following from this part of the school bus adventure plot, just around the time of the police showing up.]]

Okay, HI, I'm not sure how I ended up here but I got the voicemail and the letter after THOR !!!! told me about them and told me about this network. HELLO! I'm Kamala Khan. This is my very first interdimensional travel, I guess? I mean I heard about it a lot from people in my world like Selvig (who my best friend is a huge fan of).

So, first question... how do I get some non-superhero clothes around here?

Well I did it for a day but this is a stupid schedule for a place we're apparently only going to be for a week. Apparently I'm doing the same Criminology/Music double major I was working on for a while back home and I'm not putting myself through that with no pay off twice. I can use the time to go through set lists for my gigs at "CLUB LOUNGE" and figure out what I should be stocking up on while we're here.

Since I've already been banged and married a couple of times I should probably introduce myself properly. I'm Melissa. Songbird is the name I use at work and I come from a town in Wyoming you've definitely never heard of. When I was still pretty young I volunteered for an experimental procedure that was attempting to give people super powers and it affected my vocal cords so I can convert sound into hard light to make shields, wings, weapons, basically anything I can think of. I've been on a bunch of teams including our version of the Avengers for a little bit, but mostly the Thunderbolts. I also have half a degree double majoring in criminology and music.

[Clint Barton]
Steve Rogers. My roommate is Steve Rogers.

I can't be the only one wanting a little excitement of the non-murderous kind. So let's play

FUCK, MARRY, KILL

Derleth edition.


Maybe a little murderous. But just in the fictional way.

This is Songbird, who reads 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.