Some Reality Web

Good evening, residents of Ostrich's Villa. My name is name's Brainiac-5, but please call me Brainy. Those of you familiar with Nia Nal, she has returned home, back to her 'this song is my jam' roommate. How can every single song be someone's jam? Confounding.

But I struggled to find my purpose here and I did not wish to undermine anyone's position and job by Admittedly, I was unsure as to whether 31st century credentials held true in this pocket dimension, but among other roles, I have served as a psychologist for the Legion, and I think it is time I claim the vacant psychologist's office and put myself to use.

Please make an appointment - the linked spreadsheet ^{(ooc: imagine there is a spreadsheet)} will automatically show when I am available. Walk-in appointments are also allowed.

Also [... ] please do not bring snakes by the office.

[Filtered to Dr. Wilson & Damon]

I saw you talking to another woman about running the clinic. How self-sufficient is it? Do you have contained blood?

I'm willing to make a trade if you do.

I need blood and little doses of my blood can heal (as long as they don't die with it in their system). I feel like we could probably help each other... Discreetly.

I'm desperate


[Sebastian]


Did you test the synthetic blood?

People know of me, but I do not know them. I don't like it.

[Students]

Whoever said school sucked was right.

Am I dead, or is this finally the mental breakdown I was promised?

[ooc: continued from here]

I was SAVING you.