TARDIS Communication Network

Sabriel? Are you okay? I haven't heard from you since we met. I hope I didn't scare you away.

How are you doing, Fili?

Kayashima? Do you think you might be able to help me study?

And does anyone else want to hang out sometime?

Huh? This isn't my classroom! Where is everyone? And what happened to my phone? My contacts list has changed too. Who are all of you?!

I wrote a new piece on my sax. Anyone mind giving it a listen? Telling me what they think?

Such an interesting means of communication. It makes no wonder I have been called the superstitious type, but to actually hold something crafted from such... sorcery? Is remarkable.

My name is Lord Petyr Baelish. Judging from all of your little notes between lost souls, I gather we have all been brought here in the same manner? So where exactly is this place? And where does a man find lodgings until we are finally sent to our homes, if such a day ever comes?

[Audio Message]

This isn't Karakura Town! What happened? Hitsugaya-taichou? Orihime-chan? Ikkaku-san? Anybody? Hello? What is this place?

So, it seems I'm not the only one who has awoken to find themselves lost? I don't recognise this Sephiroth. Whose dream have I been forced into? What place is this? And why have I been brought here?

Kayashima?! I'm in the garden. You should come too. It's nice here. I brought a picnic and a blanket, and maybe we could dance? I'd like to dance with you.

Attention!

I'm calling together the first meeting of the Dead Poets Society, here on the TARDIS. I've been talking about it since I got here, and I haven't mentioned it for a while so I'm making it happen. Seize the day! Carpe diem!

It'll start in the library tomorrow evening. Where it goes from there? Who knows! That's the point, right? We let the poetry lead us, and we create and experiment, inspire each other. If you wanna come along, come along! Bring something that makes you feel something intense, something that inspires you. The booze will be provided.

If any of the new passengers need assistance finding a room, Abby and I have been working on a database and can probably provide suggestions. And if some of us who've been here longer want to contribute that would be welcome!

I need a change. I feel stuck, and I haven't felt that way in a long time.

I think I might just be in the TARDIS too long.

Fresh air might be good.

What does everyone else wish for?

The calm before a storm. Thunder shakes the void and then we scatter to the winds. Just when it feels so safe... The rain's falling through the dust. The cracks won't help us now.

The cracks won't save us...

Too many voices. Too many sounds. I've forgotten what sleep was like... I can't remember what it is to dream.

What...what is this? This is...how is this happening?

The void swallowed them... brought them here... More will come. We won't be safe when we leave the time vortex, the others will know we're here... They will come for the ones who do not belong.

The Slayer will reap what he sewed.

My buddy Meeks would have gone nuts over this technology! When we were in school together, he and Pitts were working on a radio transmitter or something. I'm not kidding, it actually worked! I can't help but sort of imagine what he'd think of this thing I'm using now, or the rest of this place. He'd be in heaven.

That's not the reason I'm writing though. I'm writing because I'm trying to find a book. Considering how impossible all of this is, I'm not ruling anything out. Not any more. It's called "Five centuries of Verse", and it's a book of poems. I'm also looking for a copy of "A Midsummer Nights Dream" By William Shakespeare. If anyone can help me find these, I would really appreciate it.

Oh and one more thing. Anyone feel like exploring this place with me? I get the feeling I've barely scratched the surface. And I'm betting if this place could tell stories, it could fill a library.

Charlie "Nuwanda" Dalton.

I'm fairly sure I'm not dead and the third dorm doesn't have the budget to decorate this extravagantly... so I have to assume there was chloroform and a sled involved in getting me here. If this is a prank it's a VERY good one. Can I at least have some pants, please?