Empire City Network

Alright.

Spangles and I went to explore our fun new playground, and I've got to say, it's pretty damn impressive. It's underwater, by the way. There are people, a lot of people, along with transportation and parks. People and trees make me safely assume that there's oxygen, and it's an entire city. Like where we came from, just... you know, underwater. Oh, and the architecture looks like its verging on the fourties, so it's possible that the culture is that way too. It was hard to tell by watching everyone, but I guess if Capsy can adjust to our time, we could adjust to his if the time came.

The tower is there. If something happens where we could find ourselves in trouble, I have every intention on moving everybody into it.

The fact is, there are no monsters and nothing is on fire. I say it's a go.

[Private to Dean]

If you're not currently hiding from a monster or about to be eaten by one, can you PLEASE come and get me?

Well, after a very exciting couple of journeys to both the extreme southern and northern parts of this country, I've had quite enough of travelling. Travelling and insane gods and insane amounts of magic that make me feel ill. That said, I have some information that may be of importance or use to everyone.

Going south to the portal, I attempted to study the magic powering it and figure out whether there was a counter. It took a bit of trial and error, but Life is the trick. Life vs. Death, Creation vs. Destruction. Where there was a pile of bones all bound together (wonderful imagery by the way, it will be haunting my dreams and I wouldn't suggest anyone else see it unless they have to), I placed some seeds nearby and encouraged them to grow; their presence seemed to make the portal's magic recoil. I don't know what amount it would take to properly disrupt the entire gate... but it's something. It's a definite potential, at least.

Then came the next journey, northward. I wanted to speak with this 'madgod' Glorificus myself. It was an enlightening experience and afterwards I truly realised how little taste Sirius Black has in women. Beyond that, she is capable of making a portal and getting us out of here. From the sounds of her tone, in-between the ramblings of course, she would be happy to be rid of us and relocate us elsewhere. I tried to ask her about why it was easy to send all of us through a portal and not herself, but all I got out of her was something along the lines of how I have a small brain and other insults directed towards my lycanthropy. Which she could sense. Which was another brilliant experience.

I hope this is useful. Right now my greatest desire is to leave this place before all hell breaks loose, even though I know that means potentially abandoning the locals to a very unhappy fate. But if it's what the daedra and the others want, is it really our place to say otherwise?

Okay, so. . .when I get bored or stressed or really just don't have anything to do, I tend to bake or clean. And really, there's only so many times you can mop the kitchen before it just can't get any cleaner, so, I've got about four dozen St. Patrick's Day cupcakes. Which are like NORMAL chocolate cupcakes, but with Bailey's and Guinness. Claire helped.

So, if anyone would like some chocolate cupcakes, let me know, because I have plenty. Otherwise, everyone in this house is just going to get fat and a bit tipsy.

This has been a long time coming and for those of you who haven't heard yet already, I spoke with Carter a few weeks ago. As it turns out, he has a pretty good idea for why we're all here. I'm gonna try and break it all down into something easily understood. I'm pretty much just hoping none of this is too unclear:

( Under here for safekeeping )

( Private to Dean )

(Message to all local doctors and the scientifically-inclined)

I am Mordin Solus. Doctor, scientist, professor. Speciality in genetics, xenostudies, armor, and weaponry. Have noted that all occupants here are human. Am not human. Salarian from the planet Sur'Kesh, year 2186. Have worked with Major Alenko in the past. Strong biotic, good soldier.

Am aware that current population is being moved into Stark Tower. Will require assistance moving lab equipment that arrived with me. Many objects very heavy, very delicate.

Would also like to know various skills fellow colleagues. Much to learn, much to do, little time. Never enough time.

[Private to Peter Petrelli]
So don't come back. I know you're doing things and you have to because you're doing things could help us. Just be on the phone for a minute. If you're not dying or busy.

[Private to Izzie]
I'm gonna need you to take a blood sample. From me.

Alright, I want to make a few things clear.

Apparently a couple of you might know me by my face and my name. Whatever movies you saw were wrong. My father was a good man, he wasn't some monster that went around the city terrorizing people, and I'm a good person. I'm not the Green Goblin, my father wasn't the Green Goblin, and whatever fuckwad wrote that movie and directed it needs to be cut up into little pieces is a liar.

I'm a good person.

[Private to Andrew]
I saw that you were able to make brooms. What else can you make fly?

[Private to Peter Parker]
What did those comics say about my father, Peter?

( Private to Nathan )