Project Papillon [Network]

[Filtered against the rest of the B-Team]
Right kids, here's the deal.

Far as I understand it, Jo Junior and Sam the Psycho Younger did what they did to try and get me back after the Powers That Be kicked me out that time. So if you've got issues with them you can take them out on me. I'll be the jerk with the '67 Chevy. No holds barred, just don't hurt Baby the car, okay? There's angry and there's just being a douche.

You go after either of them, though, and we'll have a problem. Fair warning.


[Angel!Michael, Kid!Adam, Gabriel, 'Lily', anyone else who's offered healing over the comms]
I get that they're not exactly top of anyone's Christmas list right now, but Jo won't wake up's in a bad way and Sam... I don't friggin' know, he won't let anyone near him. Anyway. Does that offer of healing extend this way?

Greetings, displaced citizens. I didn't take the time to grab my PDA when I was getting the hell out of Dodge finding my pants was difficult enough. And making sure my...Buffy got out too... but as soon as I settled in one place for more than five seconds, it just sort of showed up. I'm guessing everyone's got their PDAs back. At least, I hope everyone's got them.

This is a role call. Because we need to know who's here and who's missing, and who didn't make it. Take a moment, please, and reply here, so your friends and loved ones can find you? Just leave your name, and where you are if you want to drop that info. That way we can figure out who's missing, and maybe try to find them.

[Edited To Add]: Seems a lot of people are heading to the church. Might be a good place for people to meet up.

[Private to Wes]

You're okay right? Stay that way, I'm going to find Buffy.

[Private to Cordelia]

Hey, are you okay? You're not in that whole fire thing are you? Just let me know if you're safe.

This is some weird ass shit, and I've seen some weird ass shit before.

What's all this we're not allowed to leave bullshit? I had important shit to do. Like eat, I'm fucking hungry.

So where the hell am I?

I hate the cold. Seriously hate it. How do you people stand it? I'm outside thirty seconds, tops, and it feels like my teeth are going to chatter right out of my head like a wind up novelty gift from a cheap dollar store.

Huh...I completely forgot about this network thing.

Got all caught up in other stuff.

Must remember not to do that.

So, is everyone back to themselves then?

Let's never do that again. Ever.

It messes things up. And I mean this in a literal fashion. My room is equal to a tornado aftermath.

So I don't know who thought it'd be a brilliant idea to kidnap me and I frankly don't give a crap who you think you are either. Just send me back, right freaking now. Seriously. I'm not asking, I'm definitely not begging, and if you think I'm going to just 'comply' you're absolutely certifiable.

So just send me back and hey! Maybe I won't have my Champion beat you to death with your own arms! See? Win/win for everyone, here.