Reality Crash Communications

Erik Lehnsherr, I must speak with you.

Okay, I think I've just about figured out how this thing works. I have a question, if anyone can help me with it. Is there a gym in this town? I haven't looked too hard, but from what I've seen at least, I haven't been able to locate anything. I am absolutely itching to get out of this manor, so if anyone knows of anything please let me know.

If not, does anyone want to...Christ, I don't know, just go for a run some mornings or something? I like the companyI do this kind of thing better when another person is involved.

Anyway, that's about it. If you know anything, give me a shout or something?

Thanks, random people of this town whom I have never met.

Raven.

I don't want to meet you yet. But I think we should talk.

Whomever it may concern,

I feel as if I have been quite remiss in the social aspect of my current situation, though I find that being unfamiliar with this place and time, as well as its many strange forms of communication, works quite nicely in excusing me. It is an unfortunate fact of the matter, however, that I am by no means capable of living out the rest of my life as a hermit and this town, while lovely, is tremendously underpopulated when placed in comparison to the lands from which I hail. This being said, I appear to have acquired a package of tea. Should anyone with access to the requisite china possess some interest in partaking of a cup of what appears to be a fine brew and perhaps a bit of conversation besides, I would be quite willing to provide my services toward both. Should the party in question simply prefer to share a drink in silence, I dare say that such a decision would set with me just as well. My time here has been quite full of adventure and yet rather short on mere companionship.

Most sincerely,
O. S.

[Audio message filtered to Charles Xavier]

Hello Charlie! Charles! The Doctor here. Em... just a little invitation if you'd like to pop down and see the TARDIS sometime? Say in an hour? Brilliant. Assuming you've said yes that is. My TARDIS is parked out in the park. Big blue box, Police on the side, can't really miss it because the perception filter isn't working up to speed but never mind!

See you soon!

All right, I'm sick of this.

Hello, it's Seth Trimble. Again. My brother has humbly returned to our domicile. All is well in the state of Denmark. Most of you remain idiots.

That said, if there's anyone out there who isn't barely functional and has experience with psychic abilities, I'm looking for a teacher. I can pay you. I'm having this problem with doing some things, and I'd like to correct it as soon as possible.

Additionally, I want to know who I write about fucking monsters in the streets. Don't you people have cops? Military? A militia? Hell, an angry mob would do the trick, and you are villagers. Do what comes naturally. I'm sick of sending my brother to the store and hearing about how our orange juice was stolen by harpies. What kind of deficient harpies steal orange juice? They're carnivores, in theory. Could you not spring for the actually intimidating model?

Hello? Anybody there? ... How does this thing even work? Uh. ... Hi. I don't know if anybody can hear me but I found this little walkie-talkie sort of thing? The screen on it-- Augh, this is weird. I-- Yeah, it says I'm calling someone so, if anyone can hear me, I'm either really lost or...really high. ... I mean, first one's more likely but-- We crashed on a beach and now I'm in a park? ... And I'm alone. ... And-- ow. ... Anybody? ... Nngh, seriously. Where am I? Where's Alex? Hell, where's everybody?

Hello, citizens and immigrants of Red Oak,

My name is Charles Xavier, and I have recently arrived in your lovely town a bit impromptu. By that I mean of course I am one of those who have been brought here by forces unknown from my world of origin, which could have happened at a more convenient time, but never mind that. (Thank you again for the explanation, Gladys, you're a gem of a woman.)

Since lodging and food have been taken care of and it does seem all my organs and limbs remain in the proper order, I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce myself and extend my services to whomever may be working on our exit from this place (not to insult your town, but I'm afraid I have rather pressing business at home). In the meanwhile, since it's possible I might be here for some time and find myself short on funds, would anyone know of any job opportunities for a doctor of genetics? I'm afraid I left my diploma in my other universe, but I think a practical test of my knowledge ought to do the trick. My world is in 1962, so obviously the field has changed since, but I am more than willing to catch up on what I've missed.

Sincerely,

Charles Xavier

Is this what going crazy looks like? Because I thought it'd be more colorful, not look like some random town in the middle of Delaware.

So I was just wondering you know. Has anybody got any spare miniDV cassettes or something anywhere? Or like know where I could get some for cheap? I'm running out of space on what I've got and I don't want to erase anything until I've got like my own computer to save it on first and computers cost money.

Also speaking of money. Anybody know where I could maybe get a job? It doesn't even have to pay much. Like minimum wage and a coffee most days and I'll call it even.

[Richard Harrow]

Would you like to join me for tea sometime?

[Public]

More Doctors? And yet still never the right one. I still need a job of some sort. Is there a hospital or something around here? Clinic? Anything like that?

So on the list of crappy turns my life had taken, being stuck in some weirdo town which might be even weirder than my own hometown, is probably in the top ten. Probably right after crashing a car with no driver, and having an affair with the ghost of my ex-girlfriend.

Right. So the point in this is I wanna know what's going on around here. I've got plans to explore later with the Doctor, but figured a heads up might be helpful.

So. Stuck here. Fantastic. Can tell I'm gonna enjoy this...

All right, then...! This is 27-Charlie, just Checking In! Oh ho ho! I think I took a wrong turn on the main road out of Bloodspill, Charlie=1, because it's all of a sudden So Damned COLD out here! I mean, it really WAS a splendid day for a nice SWIM, Charlie, Inside or OUT, really! That is to say, Charlie, that I've somehow LOST MY WAY to SOME PLACE VERY COLD... and IF I'm going to keep on the tail of those BLASTED CRIMINALS, well... I'm going to NEED some warmer clothes, out here!

Charlie-1, I'm sanding in the middle of a very QUAINT little suburban square, and I NEED to KNOW if there's an OFFICER anywhere near my present position, who can lend me a proper Shirt, and... maybe a jacket?

Charlie-1, and ALL UNITS, this is your CHIEF speaking! Does ANYBODY READ ME? OVER!

I cannot believe I'm about to do this.

Is there anyone or any place that needs. . .I don't know? Help?

Okay. Look. . .Mostly, I'm bored and the laying around not doing jack is starting to wear thin, so I figure I should mix it up.

Is there a store or something that needs an employee? Someone need something smuggled somewhere? I'm really not picky so long as it's something to do

So

( Swearing, drunken teenager. PG-13 at best. )

Who is the newest reporter for the Red Oak Chronicle?
Lois Lane, that's who.
Goodbye hostess, hello journalism!
It's not the DP, but it's a start.

If you don't know me, I'm Lois Lane. Hi. I'm a reporter. Feels so good to say that with an actual press badge and paycheck! Transplant. I admit I let myself go a little quiet the past month. The holidays are rough. Sorry about that. But you should think of me as local source of news for all things Red Oak, especially now that I'm officially on the clock.

So here's my real reason for being here. Who here is good with computers? I might have a job for you.

Greetings,

My name is Rodion Raskolnikov, and I am writing in the hopes that there are some of you whom might read this. I have slowly learned and grown accustomed to this new technology and would hope that I have gained enough insight and taught myself well enough to know what I am doing.

I have followed some of your writings as I have acquired my new found skills and used each example as a lesson. Of course, I have not been reading these strange writings for long but I plan to. It is my hope that through this medium, I can learn about my new surroundings and the people here. I should grow accustomed over time to each change I encounter and develop, and in turn I will become a better man for my labour.

My world and this are so very different and there are things within this which many do not find strange, and yet I find myself questioning for hours at a time. Take for example, your clothing. Now, my choice of clothing has been said to be old fashioned, for whatever that is worth, and yet I do not quite understand the attire that has replaced it. It's simplicities, from the very appearance and design to the fabric, how it feels, how it wears and tears so simply.

I have found other things to be just as strange, though, perhaps even more so. When I first arrived some two months ago or perhaps more, I could not stop myself from watching the lights. Out on the streets and in each standing structure. I marvelled and pondered their meaning and how they could be, without flicker, nor flame, but still able to emit light and a slight warmth. I saw, what I now understand to be called "cars" and watched with fascination as they moved by at such speeds. I experienced recorded music and saw both the art forms progress and plummet into discord. Images were brought to life before my very eyes, encased behind glass within a box. I heard the hum of the air before a storm, contained within a wire, looked at images captured in clear perfection on paper and on this very screen. My world has grown larger and more and more unique and intriguing with every step, and I find myself wanting to know more. More and more. I have found all I could never have possibly imagined and more so.

And yet there is one thing I have not found. One simple thing which I see so little of, that confuses and confounds me to the very pit of my being, my very soul. What of God? What of faith? Where has it gone? As much as I have tried to change and adapt, there are some things that will not and cannot change so simply. I have yet to find any house that would worship the Lord, and find it so hard to find any sign of true faith. If there is anyone who knows of perhaps a church I could attend, I would be most grateful.

Now, I must stop. My fingers ache from typing and I wish to take a walk.

I do hope this message reaches you, the people of this town, the lost, the wandering stars.

Yours,

Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov

( One new message - sent by The Doctor )

Tell me how I return to my universe.

If there are people who come from the same world as the X-Men I want to contact you.