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I think I might have managed to finally make a spinach quiche on my own!

My head has finally stopped pounding. I am considering this to be a small blessing worth being thankful for today. Anyone else have any small blessings they're willing to share?

[Private to Rachel Berry]

Would you like to come over to celebrate my cerebral alleviation with a nice movie set many years into my future and likely a few into your past?

[Private to Maes Hughes]

Are you doing well after all's been said and done? I hope you've not heard of any new nightmares coming our way. I don't think my nerves could stand it.

I'm a little bit concerned that I might be dead.

"All will be revealed with the numbers"

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What numbers?

This might seem like an odd question, but does anyone know how to make Spinach Quiche?

So uh. Did anyone else get moved to a different apartment or something equally random? Because while I appreciate living with someone I know from home, kind of would've liked some warning.

I have come to terms with the fact I cannot return to where I belong. I am still displeased with it, but there must be a reason for it.

I have finished a final flight over the city. Remains of these invaders lie everywhere yet there are no signs of life from any of them. Their monolith is gone leaving only the barricade our people built behind. It appears safe to leave your homes now, but please exercise caution.

"Not even they know what they're doing."

Wow, I'm completely surprised by this message.

I don't want to alarm anyone, but there's some strange black thing that appeared outside in the middle of the city.

This thing says it's 2015. It doesn't look like any 2015 I know. Where is Test City located? What state?

A note just appeared? It says 4587?

Does anyone know what that means?

Damn Hand sent me a note saying it was always watching. Freaky fuck. Dont try to shoot it down. Doesnt work.

[and try to imagine a petulant, and whiny child speaking.]

GRRRR! How did this place get access to one of my ships?! Why can't anyone leave my stuff alone?! Who's flying that thing??

[growling, irritated breathing, followed by muttering about crystal gems.]

Does anyone know anything about that hand? No one mentioned anything like that when I arrived.

I really, really don't have time for this.

So is nobody going to talk about the green thing in the sky and hope that it goes away? Or am I hallucinating?

...What is this? Where am I?

Regardless of how permanent or temporary this might be, I've found myself a job with the local police department as a detective. I will be doing desk duty until my shoulder is healed up properly, but it's something at least.

Now I need to go buy some picture frames for my desk, and probably make copies of said pictures. I miss my family.

[Public]
I've discovered that whatever accounts we might have elsewhere, they can't be accessed here.  With that in mind, I took a look around.  There seem to be quite a few businesses here that have open positions. 

[Private: Tony | Pepper]

There's an auto shop in need of a mechanic and a receptionist.