ic notes and random gab

Wotcher! Teddy Lupin here. Uh... could anyone tell me if my dad's around? And if he's also... you know, about as young as mum looks?

She fainted by the way. Is that normal? Like, does that normally happen or....? Sort of asking cause, well, it's the first time I meet her so.... yeah.

It's alright. I'll wait here.

Hey. This is a neat social media thing.

I'm Leon Kennedy.
I previously did police and government like things.
Investigated outbreaks of zombies, and use of Bio Organic Weapons.

I once saved the President's daughter while fighting off a cult of backwater infested by a zombie-esque parasite. She propositioned me after, that was cool. I declined.

I also blew up a monster with a motorcycle.

So, where is the police station. I need to submit my resume.

Oh.
Uhhmmm.

Wotcher, everyone? You all have a good romantic hol? Learn anything new about yourselves? Or maybe your...alternate dimension universe selves? Life's a right surprise sometimes, isn't it?

Think I need a drink or twenty after everything. James, Lily? Sirius? You in?

Introductions, right. I've been meaning to get to this and every time I try, I have no idea what to say. The 'I'm the son of the great so-and-so' doesn't exactly do it for me. There isn't much to say about me. I'm not particularly good at anything besides screwing up. There isn't much truly remarkable about me. I'm just... me.

In truth, I came here to not be me. Being me is rather problematic where I'm from, you see. You don't. I won't bore you with the details. Who I was doesn't matter. I don't want to go back to that. New country, new life.

My name is Albus Severus Potter Potter, here looking forward to a life of no expectations that's mine for once.

How does one decide what one wants to do for an occupation here?

I can't keep tormenting my wife by not letting her out of bed. My qualifications include mischief making, quidditch, technically being a war veteran (does it count as being one if I died?), and a questionable attachment to my friends

( Private to Harry )

( Private to Lirael )

Right. So things are sorted. Kind of. At least as sorted as they'll possibly get in this strange place. The best possible thing to do now is to look at the bright side of things and keep moving forward!

So! First things first! Where can I get a proper cuppa?

( Private to Marauders )

( Separate message to James )

( Private to Harry )

Hullo, Preya.

I'm new here -- so new, in fact, that I've just unpacked my very last box in my new flat and have only become acquainted with the pizza delivery man.

He was pleasant, mind, but I figured I ought to meet a few more people. At least until someone can direct me to a place that has curry for takeaway.

Anyway. I don't really do this much. I'm not sure what to say. I'm Harry. I live in Brightford, although I'm previously from London. Hi?

[Filtered: Family + Friends - (Cassiopeia, Arcturus, Narcissa, Lucius, Andromeda, Remus, James, the Quidditch Group + Kai) - X-posted to the Muggle Journal]

My dearest Aunt Cassiopeia has insisted on hosting a celebration, of which I have deemed small and intimate, in honor of my accomplishments at the school. I realize it is the holiday season and that there are many events and activities being had all at once, but I would be most grateful if you would be in attendance. Perhaps a brunch on Saturday or hor d'oeuvres and brandy in the evening. I'll leave the particulars up to you, Aunt Cassi.

Lucius and Narcissa, you are more than welcome to bring baby Belladora. Andromeda, should your daughter like to be in attendance as well, she would be most welcomed among us.

Thank you all.

[Private to Remus]

Additionally, my Aunt is hosting yet another party on January 6th for the Twelfth Night. It's an open invitation, and I was wondering if you would like to attend with me.

Anyone else looking forward to Christmas?

[Public to everyone old enough to know Santa exists]

So seeing as Christmas is just around the corner, I've organised a little something at my library for the kids. The library is already getting a bit of a makeover, with trees being put up and decorations and all that, I've got the Christmas stories more prominently displayed, and as Christmas gets closer I'm going to be dressing up as Santa and reading to the kids, because there are some kids here that don't have their parents which is pretty bad. And there are also kids here that do have their families here but I just thought it'd be nicer for them.

So Santa will be coming to the library to read to the kids and hand out gifts. I'm going to be randomly choosing children's books that they miss from home, nothing bigger than that. I know words, I know books, so it shouldn't be hard.

I just thought it'd be a nice thing to do for kids who are missing their families and something for kids in general to have to celebrate Christmas a bit better. I used to do this sort of thing at hospitals, but since we don't really have that kind of thing here (which I'm glad about don't get me wrong) I just want to make sure that they know Santa can come to Preya, too.

Let me know if anyone wants to collaborate with me on this, I'd really love to make this as magical as possible. Pun slightly intended.

Uh, nice place. When I answered the email, I wasn't a hundred percent convinced this was serious, but... this is alright. Cosy atmosphere, friendly people, warm and inviting.

Course you can't leave but then again maybe it means people can't get in either. And I don't want that purple asshole anywhere near me in the near future.

Anyway, my name's Dr. Bruce Banner, you might find me at Abacus Institute, I have seven PhDs, but I'll try not to ramble. I live in Ravenmoore.

[Warded to people in his Universe]

Okay, am I hallucinating or is there a Stark Tower here?

Tony? Are you alive?

Holy shit. Do I know anyone here?

Let me know, alright, I need to regroup. And I need a coffee. Or something stronger.

I must say that the lemon meringue pie I just had was absolutely titillating. Perhaps there is enough time to go back for seconds.

But for now, time for a short nap. I've much essays to grade and I do believe I'll be up all night.

Is everyone okay now? I think everyone went insane there for a bit.

I'm glad my costume was so lame.

Dean's being mean.

When I stepped into my classroom on the first day, I was terribly uncertain in my ability to teach. I still feel it yet, but I came to one realization that once I simply set to it rather than being concerned over what sort of teacher I would be - or would be perceived as - it became much easier. Having passion about the subject goes a long way in keeping them interested and me on track.

Now that we're into the semester and had a showcasing at the festival, I would like to invite everyone interested in both spectating and participating in Quidditch to meet two weeks from now - as to not interrupt any potential holiday plans - at Rosewood Park. I'll be looking forward to seeing you all then!

[James]

We should make an appearance at the party. Get out for a bit, yes?

[Regulus]

We ought to talk about the other night, you know.

Sorry I went on quiet. Since my wife, son, and friends are gone, I haven't really felt like going out and being social. I guess it's time to get my head together and get out. I don't really know how Remus puts up with me. Anyway, for those who haven't met me, I'm James Potter. I'm still alive.

I was never prone to boredom until I arrived in Preya. Is this perhaps a normal part of being homesick?