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Dinosaurs. There are dinosaurs outside the dome. This is very cool. I'm glad I ended up here!

[Private: Jane | Tony]

We're going, right?

[Private: Jane | Thor]

Did you ever visit Earth and see dinosaurs? There are dinosaurs outside, and coins. I think we can go outside.

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.

If I want my current favorite lady to move in with me, do I need to make a big deal about it or can I just say, 'Let's live together!'?

I can never figure these things out.

Oh Space Alien Roomie! Are you going to miss me when I'm gone?

So many books here, all around! I dare say that this place is quite a find. To think that they would let me work here, how delightful. It has been ages since I found myself in a library, and now I have the chance to spend hours sifting through this wealth of knowledge. Plus apparently I can shush people too...this is indeed a very good day!

It's hotter than the devil's ass out here.

In other news, this place seems like a good time. Except there's this place called Not Here I'd like to get to so I'm wondering who needs a swift kick right in the ass to tell me how to get out of here.

I had meant to do this sooner, but I've been trying to settle into this hostage situation. I'm Dr. Jack Shephard, one of your new doctors at Lovelace Regional. Prior to the plane crash I was a survivor of, I was a spinal surgeon at St. Sebastian Hospital in Los Angeles. I'm hoping to not have to put those skills to use here, so if you need a physical or have any questions about anything health related stop by my office.

This recent turn of events is annoying to say the very least.

It's been a while since I had a reason to test out my personal weapons. I only hope that studying what remains of these things leads to some sort of answer.

I've been here for weeks and I can't begin to figure this out. I'm the savior. I'm supposed to break curses and save people.

Now I just feel useless. And I miss Hook

You lot should consider adopting pets. There are far too many at the shelter in need of a family.

Um, I may have made the pool turn into an ice skating rink. So! If you like skating, come on by.

[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.]

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

Not exactly what I expected.

So, right. Where am I this time?

Between all the confused people and the lawmakers, I'm starting to get bored again. Someone tell me not to steal my roommate's fingers. It was a one-time thing. I promised. I even remember promising! That's progress for me. I have the short term memory of the blue fish from that cartoon.

Private to Wade

Give them back!

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It seems that even in this Diamond forsaken city, I can't go a day without someone damaging something important of mine. I have to use one of my robonoids to type this.

The following can be over heard.

"Log date 415, this is Peridot. It seems that I have found a wormhole to this Test City. Attempting to gather the coordinates of this place."

ERROR CODE 2401: Unable to send data.

"What? This should work!"

ERROR CODE 2401: Unable to send data.

"Why is it not working? Grrr...did THEY destroy the communication systems to Homeworld? And why did I find objects left for me?"

The next part is written on the mobile device.

I am searching for a thing that calls itself 'the Steven.' It is vital that this Steven is returned to me as soon as possible.

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