Some Reality Web

I created some AI drones. They're currently out mapping and learning the city, so if something pings you calling itself R2, C3P00 or Data those are mine. They're learning who to ping.

[Daisy Johnson, viewable to Christopher Chant]

Miss Johnson,

Your proposal stirred some strong reactions. May I ask what it entails, and something of its history? I don't know of any organization by that name at home.

Millie Lachapelle

[Christopher Chant]

I feel as if I'm back at school and everyone is privy to some custom except me.

[Roommates: Rey of Jakku, Susan Pevensie, and Finn]

I would like to get to know the three of you better. Perhaps we could have dinner and games sometime this weekend or next?

Eesh. I heard that nobody could get along before Wha I'm just a kid I guess I'll stay in my corner and pretend it's a playground

Bear with me - I just got a sub with salami and mayo and I am not looking back from this.

This is fucking delicious.

So, this is some crazy stuff.

Liz says that nobody really knows how we got here? Or how to get back?

Anyway, I'm Max. Hey.

[Michael]

You were sleeping when I got back with Liz last night. Looks like we're roommates. So...hey.

God, this place is bullshit. I miss the rez.

( RE: S.H.I.E.L.D. (Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division) )

NOTE: Teenagers can read your replies. Please filter them if you wish to say something in anger. Thank you.

[filtered to Peter Parker & James Rogers]

I am sorry, kids.

[filtered to science club]

I know I will regret it.

The Stephen A. Schwarzman Building of the New York Public Library has four floors open to the public filled with an estimated 2.5 million books (thogh this may be a conservative number and may only cover those books current in circulation) with a supposed 45.2 miillion research items spanning four public floors. Yet, there isn't a single hint of information about Goodland (excluding newspaper articles about the day to day life in this place, which hold their own fascination and provide their own form of history) in the entire branch. There's countless information about any number of subjects except this place. It's curious, really.

Speaking of curiosities, who made the jewelry set for Vanya Hargreves?

I've been thinking I should work on my demo reel. Part of me wonders if there's really any purpose in doing that while we're here, and part of me is like... you never know! Weirder things have happened! There were just leprechauns here!

So uh. If anyone has experience holding a camera I may need your talents. I'll be writing into your contract that I get to punch you in the face if you break my camera. I also need a duet partner. Preferably in a high baritone/tenor range. And I need someone who'll let me cover them in special effects makeup.

[Vanya]
I have a day off tomorrow and it may be the last Friday I have off for the foreseeable future. So I was thinking we should do something and get to know each other better? One of the girls I work with was telling me about this thrift store she found and it's sandwiched magically between a little indie coffee place and a record shop so I was thinking we could hit all three if you're down?

[PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY]

I dreamed of Narnia again last night. Not merely of Aslan; it wasn’t the old nightmare in which a large lion spoke to me and told me I was never to return, but rather a vivid dream of those games I and my siblings used to play as children. We were queens and kings of a land so unlike this one in almost every way and yet the timing does seem curious.

Peter had those rings in his pocket. I’d nearly been brave or perhaps foolish enough to try them, but there wasn’t time and I’ve long ago stopped believing in such childish things.

Still, it is curious that I should find myself dreaming of that piece of my imagination just after finishing being myself in what seems to be another world entirely from my home. It’s almost enough to.... a part of me wants to believe again, if I could stand to let myself.

Perhaps it was just Edmund’s leprechaun singing those songs. I’m certain it will pass.

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PRIVATE TO MR. TONY STARK.

I’m told you might have jobs available for those who are learning to learn and work here. Perhaps we could talk?

PRIVATE TO EDMUND PEVENSIE

My flatmate and I having an evening of supper and games this weekend. You should bring your Rose along.