PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Alrighty. Now I'm usually the last person in the world to go all out with the motivational speeches here (I am so beating you to the punch, Buff), but I'm kinda sick and the only thing I can get on TV is Judge Judy (and while she's entertaining, I can only stand her voice for so long), so I'm laying here, in bed, typing up this little speech for all of you people out there who are having a hard time accepting that, yes, we're definitely in the middle of what appears to be a very chaotic apocalypse. So read it and appreciate it, people, because Alexander Lavelle Harris does not go out of his way to get all speechy for just anyone.

We lost someone the other day. She wasn't my best friend in the entire world, but she was someone that I had a certain level of respect for. She died doing what she did best. Fighting. Protecting you. All of you, because she knew that it was the right thing to do. It has nothing to do with destiny or competition or anything else. She died for you. Faith is gone because she wanted to see a better world out there. And I think that's something that we all need to acknowledge and respect.

I know that a lot of you are hurting and scared and all of that other stuff. But if there's someone out there willing to die for you, then don't you think that there should be some level of hope that we hadn't seen before? I mean, yeah. Faith died. That doesn't exactly scream "oh well we've got the upper hand now" because obviously we don't. But I knew Faith. And if she thought that by going out there and doing what she did best was going to make a difference, then it obviously did. There are a lot of people out there working on this. People that I know, people that I trust, and people that I care about. I have every single bit of faith in them and I'm not worried. They're gonna save us, guys. It's what they do.

So sit back. Hang in there. Give or take, this thing'll blow over in good time.

...I may sound a little delusional right now. But you'll have to let it slide on account of me being all sick and stuff.

You're all okay, right? Don't worry, the baby and I are fine.

So, random question as I sit here staring out my window dreaming of freedom.

Does anyone know where I might be able to find ultrasonic weaponry? Preferably the 'non-lethal' kind, that can be focused into a beam of sound, and not the ones that make an area field of sound? And yes, I'm serious. I really need to get more connections here.

I need an accurate count of those within the hotel who have fallen ill, as well as any allergies to prescription medications or latex. Dr. Perry Cox will be dropping by within the hour to see if he can make some diagnoses and give us a better idea of how this can be treated(Gabriel, if you're not ill, could you make sure he's able to get in?). Thus far I have the following names:

Charlie Andrews
Xander Harris
May Parker
Monty Petrelli
Nathan Petrelli
Simon Petrelli
Tahiri Veila
Sarah Williams
Toby Williams

Thank you all for your help.

What a great time to show up. I still can’t decide if I’d rather be hanging around here or six feet under. I guess I should be thanking somebody for at least making sure that this place came with a water filtration system.

And Felicia? Thanks for not letting me bleed to death in the middle of the road last night. It’s appreciated.

Tell me about your dream wedding.

One little detail or everything from start to finish. I don't care, I'm just curious since I'm planning my own. I guess I've got marriage fever.

Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

I'm starting to wonder if Public School was the best idea for me. I found someone trying break into my locker today.

I'm not... I can't even... I really wish I wasn't shaking right now, because it's making it way too hard to type.

I'M ENGAGED.

I believe it is time for a revolution my children. A new age for vampire kind is coming, it is time for us to band together against our foes.

What makes someone a hero? Cause I'm sure as hell not...

And I mean the crime fighty kind. I know theres a trillion reasons to be called a hero but you know the kind I mean.

Are there criteria or something? Hero classes, what does it?

I just got a photography job.

[Filtered to all the heroic types]
How do you know when it's time to just...stop?

Is this new bad guy being taken care of? Please say yes.

I so need a vacation.

You're the only one I can ask this to really and I don't want to know my future, I very much don't.

Just...do I find someone? Someone thats not him

I know you probobly hate me in your time, I probobly even deserve it, but just humour me.

Oh and congratulations on existing...or something. Has to be confusing.

I'm pregnant.

Ugh, gross. If I heard one more person talk about how hot Spider-Man is, I might just be sick.

...no offense.

Anybody have anything for an useless old pirate man to take care of?

I really could use some advice from Aunt May right about now.
How am I supposed to
I don't know if I'm ready to
But I wanted to marry her, didn't I? Isn't that usually the next step

It's been an interesting week.

There has to be some kind of bug going around, because I'm not feeling so great, either...

We need to do something about Gwen.

What to do, what to do.. No, really. What's a lonely symbiote to do?

Webbing is fun, but only for so long.. I'm hungry, I think I'll eat out on the town tonight.

[ooc: pretend there's been people stuck to buildings and poles with red webbing around the city throughout the day]

I love having a daughter from the future.

I canceled all my credit cards, ordered another ATM card, went to get a new license made... I guess the bonus grocery card won't do me any good now, but I didn't have many points on it, anyway. If my purse ever gets stolen again, I'm going to have a fit.

It looks like my modeling job is going to have to wait a couple more days.. because of the lights and all this craziness. Atleast it wasn't canceled or anything..

I didn't have a tv to begin with, but I forgot to grab a magazine today and thus have no entertainment. (Since I am so not going out at night alone.) Tell me something that makes you happy or atleast smile. It can be anything! A song, a video, a picture, a memory.

Mine's college, with Harry and Pete and MJ and Eddie and just, everyone.
Not sure what mine is.

Another telepathic message to all

People do wrong. People know they do wrong. People want to be punished. People always run away from retribution.

Humans are strange.

Nighty night, world.

Well this is strange, even by my standards.

Is there a reason I'm in LA. Randomly. Without planning a trip or indeed remembering the journey.

And well that was kind of abrupt and rude so my name is Felicia Hardy of the New York Hardys and...I guess I'm new in town

What kind of insane, idiotic person throws a baby from an eighth story window? Somebody in this city didn’t take proper parenting classes when they obviously should have and the next time I see said person? I’m going to kill him.

I’ll leave the body in some alley for you to find, Spider-Man. I’m sure you’ll want to cry over it for a few hours and waste your time.

YOU'RE DEAD, SPIKE.

Hello!

I don't like it here at all. The whole place just gives me a really bad feeling.

A free vacation with no idea how I got here? AWESOME!

My girlfriend just got here.

Is it okay for me to bring her back to the hotel?

Peter? Are you here? Last I heard, this is where you've been...spotted.

Hey Spider, we left you a present near The Civic Center. If you try real hard (Or not hard at all) we bet you could swing over there and spot it. We know how much you dislike all the pesky gang activity, so for your viewing pleasure, we made an artistic expression on the side of City Hall. Oops, just gave the location away. Too bad. There goes half your fun. Anyway, we think most of them in the webs are as stiff as they come, but it’s still a pleasurable sight.

See, that’s what you get when you complain. Dead human gang members.

They were breaking the law anyway. Drugs kill.

Remember that kids. Say no to cocaine. It’s not legal anymore. Sniff markers instead. You can purchase those at Wal-Mart. For a low low price. And on the plus side, they’re having a sale on corn.

... If any of you want corn.

I have a chemical analysis coming my way that's going to mean precisely nothing to me. Any chance you two can have a look-see, and offer a translation? Maybe figure out how to undo it, or something?

I'd like to confess... That I have nothing to confess. There, I feel loads better.

Well except for one thing. Mystique has a nice ass, like really nice. The kind you can bounce a quarter off of. You just wanna smack it. There, I'm done.

But if anyone has anything they'd like to confess to me, I'll be here, with beer.

This place could run PostSecret into the ground.

There's not a single scientific explanation that I can produce that will provide everyone with the explanations that they need in order to understand what's going on here.

In other news, I'm Peter Parker. Also known as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Wait. That's not right.

My daughter is here and she's from the future. Which is terrifying. I really miss MJ and Aunt May. And Eddie? While I still have faith in you, I still want to punch you in your obnoxious face.