Portland Net

I knew that sudden silence was suspicious. We can add Darcy Lewis to the list of disappearances.

Has anyone figured out a way to reverse the wormhole aging process?

[Private to David]

How are you doing?

[Private to Robin and Penny]

Please tell me you guys are still here.

Dude. Are you normal aged?

I'm not tall on a good day, but this is a bit ridiculous...

Is this normal for this place?

Why did I ever think wearing my hair like this was a good idea?

ADDITION: Right, so in spite of the deaging, I realized that I was so concerned with what was happening that I didn't properly introduce myself in that last entry.

My name is Martha Jones. I'm originally from London but have been living in New York for the last year or so. I'm a doctor...And according to this phone message I received, it looks as if I'll be working at the hospital. Not certain that they'll want a 12 year old going in for orientation though...

Fifteen years looks pretty good on me, actually. I feel like I should be drinking port.

It's a five hour flight to New York. I think I might make the trip next weekend. Central Park, the Met, MoMA, Brooklyn Museum... God, it feels like it's been forever, rather than all of six weeks. It's just a pity I can't stop by my old place while I'm there.

You have got to be shitting me, I'm back on earth? THE Earth? Please tell me the music is still as good as it was in the eighties, I might actually tear up if it's not. Well probably not but you get what I'm saying.

Somebody got a new car. Who wants to go for a ride?

[Private to David]

Hey! I'm so sorry that I've been a little MIA. Blair actually showed up in town so I've been trying to get her settled. How are you?

Any ideas on how to stop my infant daughter from giggling at everything? I truly enjoy the sound, but it can get tiresome especially after hearing it for hours and for no apparent reason.

I've tried changing her diaper despite it not being soiled, giving her a feeding, warm bath, taking her outside, bringing her back in, rocking her, leaving her alone, hovering, just about everything I can think of... I may very well go quite mad frankly.

This is absurd.

I have other things to do and the idea that I've been dropped here by some... wormhole is completely ridiculous.

Absolutely none of this is funny.

Does someone who's not a hologram want to explain things? I feel like I'm on an amusement park ride that I never paid fucking admission for.

So, uh. I feel stupid.


I'm back, guys. Sorry if I freaked you out, the wishing well really hates it when people aren't specific.

Well, I successfully wished to sell one of my paintings. Admittedly he's planning to burn it at a party as an example of everything that's wrong with modern art, but hey. Art's subjective.

[Darcy]
You drink champagne?

Other than the one girl who made a wish and had it go wrong... has anyone else made a wish and had it go right?

I don't know what I wished for, but apparently that wishing well works and I asked for it to erase my memory. So ... if you know me, I don't know you. I know my name's Blaine, I know I have a dirty hot fiancé named Kurt, and a puppy named Presley, and that Dani and Santana are my friends, and there's some debate as to whether Adam or Sam is my best friend. Looking through all my stuff trying to jog my memory is doing absolutely nothing, but my drawers say I love bow ties and the collage on the inside cover of my math notebook says I love boys with tattoos. I've got an absolutely insane vinyl collection and I can, apparently, play the piano exceptionally well despite not remembering taking lessons or ever playing before.

And I know all the lyrics to Britney's "Amnesia" which is ironic.

I've got two more of these coins to try and set it right, but I don't know what will happen if I screw it up again. Any wishing well experts care to give me advice?

So about these coins? What do I do with them? I'm confounded because I want to make a wish or two but yet I don't. Has anyone made a wish yet?

While we're all side eyeing the wishing well, say hello to Presley, whom I'm pretty sure my fiancé likes more than he likes me at this point.

My original no-dogs-on-the-bed plan? Totally ruined. I had such high hopes.


Matt & Stiles:

Blaine is adamant that Presley not be left home alone because he's just a puppy and it'll make him sad, so at least until he gets a little older he's coming into the office with me. Considering I spend half of my time doing Matt's shopping (you're welcome), it probably won't make a huge difference anyway.

I hope neither of you are allergic or have a hate-on for adorable baby animals.

Magical wishes can't be good.

[Fix]
Fix, can you

Is this something that you

Do you think

Sir Knight, I have a job for you.

I hate being apart from my one true love Henri Bendel. Not that it would even matter since Holly cut off my trust fund.

This is an interesting place. They put us in this bland assigned housing that's barely above living in a motel room and give us $200 every week even after we get a job. If you've already filled your wardrobe you could fill your walls next. The Palazzo Sasso in Arlington Heights would be thrilled to help you with that.