Portland Net

Katherine Pierce & Rebekah Mikaelson
Jack (Harkness) is looking to rent out a bar for a non-traditional Thanksgiving, and I figured I'd start with you two to keep it in the community. We can hire our own catering etc and I'd make sure it was left in the same condition it started, bearing in mind that pissing off vampires would be a bad life choice. Would this be possible?



Added:
Martha.

Want to update Jack's wardrobe?

Mitchell.

Just realised I'm moving in across the road from you.

Jack.

We've got the event room at the Bar Fly as long as we don't destroy anything.

How do girls make it through the day without twatting every bloke that looks at their tits in the balls? I mean, seriously? Women have eyes too!

Also, when you're in hospital, that doesn't give you automatic reign to grope the help, just because you're sick.

Mitchell? George? This can't be happening... I was just in the house...

I understand now why there are so many clocks everywhere. How did you all know how time passed before they were invented?

This place really isn't so bad. Once the dead stopped jumping off their gurneys and attempting to eat the rest of you, obviously!

So, what is there to do in a post-zombie-apocalyptic Portland?

Is this place always so fucked up?

I'm a porter at the hospital and today I got balled out by my manager because a body that I shipped down to the morgue was MIA. Seriously, who's stealing fucking corpses? Or is this some government conspiracy, burning them before they can spread infection? Either way, Portland is a bust!

Eliza, Mitchell, Grant, Prue

Is everyone settling in okay?

I wish I could take a long drive out of the city or go rock climbing or something. The closest I can manage is taking Teddy through Macleay Park, without which I may well go insane. It probably doesn't help that I've slept so little recently I'm starting to get hypnic jerks whenever I relax.

Where the fuck am I? Is this hell?