Project Papillon [Network]

I think I want a puppy.

Bored.

[Ruby]
Bet you have the perfect cure for my rampant boredom. Otherwise I might start using my brothers for target practice.

Well. It looks like we managed not to kill each other after all.

I'm an anomaly? No shit. What's that supposed to mean?

They cannot be serious if they honestly think I could simply figure this contraption out of my own. How am I even supposed to

Is this somebody's idea of a joke? And how arrogant of my abductors to leave me a note with instructions on what I can and cannot do. That part about "certain demise" was particularly charming. Really now. Whoever instigated this might as well reveal themselves now and be done with it.

I wonder if "it's freezing outside and I want to stay in bed" is a decent work excuse. Fighting crime is not high on my list of priorities today.

You know, I was annoyed about the snow, since Baby has to stay in a garage and I can't take her out, but sometimes, it's actually kind of funny.

Was chasing down a suspect today, and the poor fucker straight up slipped on some ice and fell on his ass. I was almost laughing too hard to cuff him. I wish I'd thought to film it. I wouldn't mind rewatching that.

( Sam and Adam )
Speaking of winter shenanigans, you guys up for a snowball fight? Never know when a well-aimed snowball could save the day with a demon. Okay, I'm just bullshitting that one.

( Adam )
So I watched my video. Apparently when Sammy came back from Hell in that, he didn't have a soul.

Do you think that could be why our Sam is being such a colossal dick?

Well, that was certainly unsettling.

If it's all the same, as it seems to be, I think I prefer my own version of events.

Well, that was fun.


( Jane )

As if just being here wasn't enough, I now apparently have a job as a goddamn cop.

I hate this place.

Fine, the damn mummy's gone. Whatever.

I need a new project, and I'm not the gardening type.

Where the hell is my mummy?

If one of you bastards took him, you better hope I don't find you.

Sometimes I feel like nobody fucking understands me. I'm alone in the big, wide universe.

Fuck. I need some more chocolate.

Anyone else starting to get the rats in a maze feeling? Like we're in some kind of fishbowl, and big brother's watching...

I don't know about the rest of you yahoots, but I'm not going to sit around here and twiddle my thumbs. They say Halloween's when the veil between worlds is the thinnest.

We'll find out if that's true, then. Adios, kids. I'm outta here.

Okay, that's it. I've got a shit-ton of questions and someone better give me some answers, or someone's getting pistol-whipped.

Question one: Is this hell?

Question two: If no, where am I? Am I alive?

Question three: If yes, has anyone seen a turian with blue facial markings? I need to punch him in the face or hug him. I haven't decided which yet.

Question four: Why are there things that look like a bad supernatural romance movie extras wandering around, and do I need to kill them?

I just ran into Dracula.

Fucking Dracula.

Honest to God "I vant to suck your blood" Dracula.

Adam. Want to come help me kill Dracula?

Also? Dracula.

A mummy just wandered into the clinic. That isn't the start of a bad joke, either.

I think it's safe to say my day just became much more interesting.

This is unexpected. When I was told I'd be able to leave Purgatory after doing what I was sent to do, this most definitely wasn't what I had in mind.

This isn't I don't understa No, no, no. I'm not

Whatever it is you're trying, it won't work. I'm not falling for it again.

Seriously?

I get sucked in to yet another alternate reality and all I get is a Mission Impossible style note?

Screw that 'certain demise'. I'm not sticking around.