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So does anyone want to make some money and take me to some awesome aquariums? Also we might go swimming at some point if you want to stick around. I need to stretch my tail and my little hint of ocean is not doing it for me right now.

There's some really stunning places outside of the country, but I've heard the aquarium in Atlanta is really nice, too.

Can't believe I'm watching a fucking livestream of a raccoon napping on a twenty-fourth floor window ledge.

[Fellow English (Includes the different universe ones, and Alucard (Hellsing))]

Soon enough the Americans will host their Fourth again, and I was wondering if anyone would care to get together and have our own little gathering. One where there's a lot less fireworks.

[Henry Mills]

So do you know about Spider-man?

Hey, so I’m Spider-man.

Do fairytale people know about heroes in costumes and stuff?

Hey. So. You know how I’m Spider-man, right? Cuz some people do here.

Since the Doctor (Eyebrows, not Hair) opted not to suggest an Agatha Christie novel, I've decided to leave her off the summer reading list. Without further ado, here's the list. These are for extra credit come fall, but I think you'll actually like the books I've selected enough to want to read them on your own. Two of them are highly acclaimed graphic novels, including one by Emil Ferris. That book has been a long time coming. First, she contracted West Nile virus which left her paralyzed. She ended up having to re-learn how to draw with a pen in her mouth. While she recovered from that, the book then got stuck in the Panama Canal when her publisher went bankrupt. Highly, highly recommended.

If you're not one of my students but still want to read them, you're more than welcome to. I wouldn't mind doing a book club over the summer with them if anyone was interested.

[Filtered to Fen, viewable to Eliot & Kylo]

I'm sorry I guess.

I'm not sorry I told that guy he was being an asshole because he was, but I'm sorry if I worried you.

Ronan said I was being an asshole and that if I tried to make things right, maybe you'd let me work sooner I should try to make things right and be less of an asshole because you just care about me. That last part wasn't exactly said, but I guess sort of implied

[ooc: during the party]

I am apparently very terrible at poker and there are far too many pictures to prove it. If I was likely to be embarrassed by this, I would probably be a lot more concerned about the possibility of blackmail. Honestly, this probably would have gone over well at Brakebills.

So not only can this portal place people outside their own homes it can also do so cross dimensionally, and from what I was told also neutralizes powers? Not to mention the fact that you seem to be pushed from the room that holds it itself, there's also a computer attached that somehow knows your name? I can't believe I'm even saying this, but I have no idea, which is crazy as I always have some idea. I'd love to hear more theories about this, and what has been discovered so far. Like is it just the building, and how? And what's powering this thing, if anything?


Oh and if anyone's seen my husband or my son please do send them over. None of my capsules seem to have come through with me so me and Bulla will need a lift home. Which is also here, somehow, and I'd like to hear theories about that too.

First I am removed from Chicago and then I am forced to contend with additional memories. There was a reason I never watched our show. I didn't want those memories I can adjust to new scenery, but this is giving me a headache. I need to At least the modern technology isn't as confusing as the first time I encountered it. Though, what does this mean for my

Has anyone seen a Miss Elizabeth Swann? If someone might direct her to me, I would be grateful.


[...] Ah, yes. I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Victor Frankenstein.

So. Tumbleweed Texas.

What should a guy be sure to hit up while he's passing through?

[Filtered to Remus]

I got a call about Dudley. They said he's refusing to talk. I'm going to have to tell Eliot soon, but he's at his party and I don't want to interrupt.

[Filtered to Harry]

We've got to go to the Fort. Dudley's here.