The Doorway: a panfandom game

Sans the physical, a guy could get used to this sort of treatment. Food, clothes, shelter, and cash money? The only thing missing from this perfect pic's the ocean and 80 degrees of beautiful, warm sun.

My name's Ken, just figured I'd say hey to all the boys and girls out there and clear up a few things so they don't need to be addressed later:

1.) No, I'm not related to Red Skull. I'm half Jewish for crying out loud!
2.) I do have bodily functions. Yeah, I know, you'd be surprised how many people ask about that one.
3.) Despite popular belief, my favorite color is blue, like water.

Who: Cato and Marceline Abadeer
When: Monday morning
Where: Anytime Fitness
What: Marceline decides to troll Cato.
Rating: PG-13 probably.

( A tricking we will go )

I know what I miss most about home. The Games. Not like Olympic games but games of strategy. Of skill. Of trust and daring. I miss rooftop zip lines. Parkour and train surfing has been a good substitute. I am enjoying that but I miss the other games a lot. It was something to look forward to in the twilight or late night. I am enjoying the music here, though, some of it is just amazing.

Anyone have a song they listen to on repeat? What is it and why do you like it?

American football. Bleh. If you want a sport worth watching and playing, I recommend cricket. Possibly squash.

[NATHAN]

Hey. So. I have a day off tomorrow. We should have lunch or something. There's stuff we should talk about.

[LUCY]

I'm off tomorrow. I'm hoping to meet Nathan for lunch, but then you and me, okay?

[Unfiltered]

So how many people in this place have super powers, anyway? God, it feels weird to be able to be so open about it

I really need to stop visiting my tag on tumblr. I can handle the "art", because heck, a lot of it is kinda cool! The fanfics can be hit or miss, but no big deal. Seeing the episodes I've "been in" has been surreal.

After watching one particular episode I went to check the tag. Most of it is fanart of me crying, because geeze, that's all I ever do is cry. Then gunk just got ridiculous. Some people were discussing the fact that because I had a white cake, with one slice missing, in my house; this was proof positive that I'm into girls.

How do people even come up with this? I dunno, has anyone else read any ridiculous theories about themselves?

It's only been 3 or 4 weeks since I've been working and it already feels like a decade. Basically, working there is all of the following things:

- Children running around, knocking shit over and their parents not giving a damn to tell them to stop, but angrily telling an employee to screw off if they ask the kid not to do something nicely.
- Customers bitching about having to wait 5 minutes in line never mind that they have probably waited in line without bitching at the doctor's or in banks or in shopping malls or long lines to the bathrooms. And yet.. pharmacies are apparently where they should get their stuff within 5 seconds.
- People calling 2 minutes to closing and asking that we keep the store open because they need to drop off 3 prescriptions right away.
- Why does that cost 2.99? The sign says it's 2.89. I want it for that price! What? I need a courtesy card? Since when?? I'm not coming back here anymore! (Repeat in about a week when they return to get something else.)
- Kids crying when their parents don't get them that candy bar that they want, and screaming about how they hate them and wish they would die. Oh, yes, because that would get what you want, right away.

Repeat daily.

On the bright side... I get my money for cigs. Life is good.

So, I've finally gotten around to doing some research into my author and my... story. Apparently, not only is my life meant to be a part of the retelling of the epic Ulysses, but it's also considered to be one of the best books ever written. (According to New York Times archives). I'm not sure at all how to feel or if this means...

But...because I'm a part of something that was a retelling and considered to be the best example of writing ever penned... I suppose I'm interested if anyone here has found versions of themselves they like better -- or versions which are ridiculous or gross misinterpretations (which are considering correct interpretations) of themselves. Either in fanfiction, published works, made-for-television movies or whatever else.

This all came to mind when I came across this recently....HERE, which might illustrates my point. Apologies, Anne Shirley.

Two days I have been in this place, and still it has not sent me back. What is the meaning of this? How dare that strange blue box rip me from my wife, my noble father, and my home!

Furthermore, how could it do such a thing? I am at a loss to explain it, or the craftsmanship that must be behind it. I should like to examine it, but I do not think that those who guard it so jealously would allow me to do so. It is a pity. Mere Men have not the intelligence or skill to understand the workings of such a device - they certainly have not the chance at understanding it as does the greatest craftsman of the Ñoldor! From what I have seen walking the streets of this foul and ghastly city, the crafts of men are far inferior to the work of my hands. Like the drawings of children, compared to the masters.

I also wish to know where in this place I can find access to a smithy? The oven in my room operates at pathetically low temperatures, and is absolutely useless to me.

[Filtered to Maedhros]

My son, since last speaking to you, I have learned that you are indeed my child. My confusion is, of course, fully understandable, as such a thing as Time Travel has never been shown to be possible, even by Eru himself. This, too, is perhaps something the Valar selfishly hide from us in an attempt to keep us their pathetic thralls.

Nonetheless, I should like to meet with you at once. I hear there is a book that documents our story. Have you read it? I will be picking up a copy at the bookstore today.

Is it just me or has contemporary music been on a downward, godawful spiral in the past decade or so? I got all excited about a jukebox in a diner until I realized the selections varied between Justin Bieber, One Direction and some other auto-tuned shit. Do people actually listen to this? Other than you, Sammy. Don't worry, I got you a surprise. It's a boxed set of Barry Manilow albums.

Never in my life have I been so ill-treated. How dare they point their weapons at me and address me in such a manner! I am the son of Finwë, and these ill-informed and insignificant creatures - (whatever they were, they were not of the Eldar) - shall not insult me so again, unless they wish to answer to cold steel.

There are bunnies in Central Park! Why didn't anyone tell me about this? They're everywhere doing nothing but breeding and making more of themselves for their evil bunny army with their twitchy little noses and floppy cottontails.

I just tried Zumba. I didn't know it was a ritualistic dance for suicidal people. You all are mental. That is all.

I'm really not sure if I've ever been this tired. And that's saying something. Worked thirty-six hours straight through the blizzard. Then came home, slept two or three hours, and worked another sixteen.

But it feels great. I mean, we helped a lot of people, and it felt good to actually be making a difference. That's why I went into the medical field in the first place; to help people.

Hope everyone in the tower stayed safe during the blizzard.

Curiosity will be the death of me. I'm biased but my clothing was less ridiculous than these.

Filter to Morag
Haven't heard from you in a few days. How're you dear?

Filter to Emma Swan
I told Henry we'd discuss the idea of him getting a dog. What are your thoughts on it?

Filter to Snow
I really don
After everyt
If you'd like to join Henry and I next Sunday you are welcome to do so.

So it looks like when somebody goes away, they go home with absolutely no memory of this place, which frankly sucks because if I ever get to go home I'd like to remember the fact that I had an archery contest with Legolas and finally watched The Breakfast Club.

But is there anything you'd do here that you wouldn't at home, knowing that nobody will remember anything if you go back?

I have discovered tumblr.
( Cut for Claptrap )
Seriously people should check this shit out. They have like everyone here making out with everyone. It's weird but in an awesome way. ALSO GIFS WHICH ARE AMAZING AND I WANT TO USE THEM AS EVERY DAY SPEECH! CAN I JUST USE THEM INSTEAD OF TALKING? CAUSE YES!

Also girls dressed up as me and it was B.A. I think I should totally start going to these convention things. If I can't kill people I should be able to be adored by my fans, right?

This may spare the microwave from being experimented on for a few more days.

Fuck.

I meant to sign up for that thing.

Fucking son of a bitch.

I need something to hit. Anyone feel like sparring?

Do people have any recommendations for anything for me to watch or read? There are so many options I don't know where to start.

I feel like it's damn near impossible to keep up with all the new arrivals around this place. If I haven't met you around the building or here on the network... Hello! I'm Emmeline Vance. I'm a witch, and I've been here exactly 48 days. I'm always happy to chat if you're ever in need of company.


[ FILTERED: MARAUDER-ERA FOLK ]

I think we're due for another get together, yeah? I'll see if I can grab a pie or two from that bloke who looks like Frank.