The Doorway: a panfandom game

Let's discuss disco. Love or hate it?

TEXT TO BRIDGET JONES:

>> So. Sparkly vampires.
>> Which is just wrong on so many levels.
>> Ever had the urge to be like Buffy the Vampire Slayer?
>> I bet you and me could take their sparkly asses.

Could someone please explain this to me?


...And....Perhaps who Jean Valjean is? Was he the man who dresses as a National Guard and shot down the matre

[Filtered Private]

Weight: 134lbs (fuck. why?)
Cigarettes: 2 (no doubt due to distraction of one Dr. Indiana Jones)

Have come to conclusion that it is unlikely that any person will hack into account on network and read most private thoughts. Not entirely unheard of, but unlikely enough that I shall at least attempt to continue my thoughts here.

Since the rather abrupt departure of one Mr Mark Darcy I have been too depressed to really go upon a single date. However, I have gathered an absolutely brilliant room mate in the form of Ivy Lynn. She comes without fuckwit boyfriend, in manner of Jude, and lacks quite the colourful language of Shasta. In point of fact, frequently feel as if I overuse fuck now. Blame Shasta for over familiarity with the word entirely.

Have finally come to conclusion that I cannot sit around waiting for Mark to return. The Tesseract clearly dislikes me as much as general fate disliked me back in my reality and has determined that I must make it on my own.

Well. This can be done. First off, see Indiana Jones.

Indiana Jones

Also director chap who is quite handsome.

Clearly there are possibilities, and I, Bridget Jones, will snag a romantic dinner and date in the most luxurious districts of New York City and it will be brilliant.

Plus, I have that Vera Wang from fashion week sitting in my closet and I ought to do something with it.



Fuck. Is terribly tight around waist. WHERE did those pounds come from? Must go on a health cleanse fast type thing. Will eat nothing but celery tomorrow. Possibly juiced celery? Will look into this.

In the meantime. Indiana. Jones.

Brilliant.

[Filter: Bridget Jones]

Oh my god. Indiana Freakin' Jones is here. I can't believe it. Have you seen him in person yet? I'm dying to but I don't want to look like a stalker.

This is one hell of a dream. Never realized I wanted to have a walk-on role in one of those damn Marvel movies.

Looks like I had a good night after all if this is what I came up with. It's been a long bloody time since I had a dream as vivid as this one. Not since K

Iskenderun's changed since last I passed through. Eight hours ago.

I made some soup this evening. If anyone would like some I would be happy to bring it around to you.

So here's my good deed for the week:

Don't go into the east end elevator unless you like puke. No, it was not me.

[Text to Ivy Lynn]

>> I don't suppose you play board games do you?
>> Anya was talking about starting up a game night.
>> It seemed like it could be fun, but it didn't look like many people were interested.

Who: Ivy Lynn and Bridget Jones
When: Sunday March 31 (backdated)
Where: Their apartment
What: Ivy moves in and meets her roommate
Rating: Low

( I bet I'm the only one who threw up on Thor )

Inspired by a conversation I had with Sherlock Holmes - the one from Elementary - I thought I would pose a question to the world at large. We all have those celebrity lists - the celebrities you can sleep with and your significant other can't get upset over.

What about a Tesseract list? Who would you put on your list to come through the Tesseract? Me, Indiana Jones is near the top.

Has someone already started up a game night for us? I miss playing board games and people like Spike and Xander don't put up much of a challenge.

[Giles]
Don't you think it's time for another one of those magical users anonymous or whatever meetings? We made bank the last time they were in here.

I know it's not relevant to most of the network, but I just wanted to thank everyone that was kind to me the other day with the food and the hangover remedies, and watching bad telly and that sort of thing. It doesn't bring Mark back but

It'S 5:06Pm on a thuRsday night and i can't feel my face. Quesstionable lifestyle choices I grant thee that, but you can stuff it because you're all fictional anyway. DID I WRITE ABOUT MY DATE? I dont remember writing about my date. My date was two nights ago with a guy who claimed to be 6'1 and an engineer; he was 5'8 INCLUDING the vertically-ambittious hairpiece and he worked on cars sometimes and I remember looking at him dead in the eye and saying "is this really what my life is corking up to be" and then i left him whimpering mid-sentence because i hate charity. not that I don't date short guys but just goddamn be a man and own it; i date danglers for a FREAKING REASON and I didnt get my MD in being your psychologist/sex doll/mother.

Somebody made the bloody sun go away please.

TEXT TO Bridget Jones:

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» Do you want any company?

Perhaps my last attempt at an introduction was somewhat more of a rant, in the general direction of the network, but I think kidnap as a whole makes that a little more acceptable. Anyway, Hello, I'm Nina; I'm a RN, specialised in A&E - at least back in the UK I was, I'm looking to help where I can as medical staff. Whilst I still can.


[Filter: Tom McNair]

Tom, there's a moon tomorrow night isn't there? The nearest bit of greenery appears to be Central Park and I don't like our chances there, is there somewhere we can go? Somewhere safe?


[Filter: Annie Sawyer]

I'm sorry i've more or less gone to ground since I arrived, but, I think the denial period has officially ended. Apparently we're actually stuck here.

I have got to get a job. There's only so much TGIF I haven't seen for years this time around. The SHIELD people said they'd help me with my masters, which is good because I am NOT sitting through another eight years for the same degree. I worked in Los Angeles schools. Okay, I haven't worked for the LASD in a few years, but it can't be that hard to dive back in with public school, right? New York's not that different. Is it?

And hey, I don't want to work at the Casserole Shanty again. I am a teacher, dammit.

Today is a WOEJESS day. I miss my closet. And my clothes. Especially my red blue dress with the white polka dots and the fun collar. And my art supplies. There's several hundred - if not THOUSANDS - of dollars invested in that dresser.

I need felt. Lots of felt.

Believe me when I say that I'm grateful to have all of my previous belongings, but I'm not exactly the same size that I was at 15 and I definitely don't have the same taste in clothing. So, basically, can someone point me towards a reasonably priced clothing store? From what I remember of previous visits to New York, reasonable is a bit difficult to find but as its not my money I will be spending - well, I'm not as willing to be frivolous with it.

Dominique, I've gone out shopping for food and your cake will be ready later tonight if you would like to come and get it. Apartment 1804.