The Doorway: a panfandom game

Shale, come here, I've got something to stick in you.

I have found employment.

Everyone should come and give us money once we open.

Or suffer a painful and ugly existence.

[Shale]
I have spoken with Annkia Kirkpatrick as insturcted by Lady Vause and she has agreed to let us reopen the shop. She said it might need to be cleaned but that the previous proprietor kept it very neat. We could possibly reopen it by the end of the week if that's acceptable to you?

[Ben]
It seems that I have found myself a job. I will be running Pepper's Closet in the lobby of the Tower. I have never had a job before, this should be quite the adventure. I would also like to say that I rather enjoyed our visit to the Botanical Gardens the other day. The orchids were lovely.

What does it signify if a rabbit makes a bird sound?

What is a leonardo dicaprio and why should it be my dream to follow it around?

you know, i have heard that the best cure for such sickness is to sweat it out. rigorous sexual activity might do the trick, in fact, though i have yet to test this theory myself. no matter -- at this rate, i would likely end up vomiting during the act, and that is not exactly what i would call sexy. this is a very poor greeting into a new land indeed.

this is not the first time i have wound up in unfamiliar places, though i must admit this is all very anti-climactic. no chains, no knives, no ropes -- changing my hair colour was very devious, yes, but overall i would call this a very dull kidnapping. ah well, such is life for handsome elves. sometimes we are just too pretty to hurt.

Of the ten manliest hobbies on Earth, Ferelden has eight of them:

1. Blacksmithing. That's why I have a sword. And a shield. And armor.
   
2. Beer brewing. We only love our dogs more.
   
3. Poker. We have pokers. And we gamble.
   
4. Whiskey tasting. We drink more than beer. Oghren found lots of drinks he liked.
   
5. KravMaga. Fancy hand to hand combat. Sometimes people strip you down to your underwear.
   
6. Fancy Name Fishing. Looks like ours. Only we just call it fishing.
   
7. Bouldering. We have boulders.
   
8. Knife throwing. Anywhere that has knives has that.

But I would like to try rocketry and photography. I have used this device to take photos. That one looked different.

Has anyone seen Alistair?

Tall, blonde, with a bit of a hapless air? May be wearing a "return to Cora Amell" shirt?

So a universe far, far away. I can get that. I think. It's pretty high up there on the weirdness scale.

But why am I human now? I mean, no offense to humans but I would like my old body back. It doesn't even seem to be a hologram, it's my actual body you've changed.

WHO: Shale and friends is maybe a bit liberal of an interpretation
WHAT: Shale's dungeon
WHEN: Feb 21, after midnight.
WHAT: It's always a blight in the deep roads (main OOC/Comms).
WARNINGS: To be added as necessary
STATUS: OPEN

It's not glowing but having a near decades worth of a life dumped in your head causes a headache.

According to oghren it's never too early to start drinking. Granted I don't think that dwarf ever stops.

Many congratulations to both victors in today's tournament, and to Shale in particular, who proved herself to be a worthy adversary. My uncle would have liked you, I'm certain of it. And to the other participants, I hope you enjoyed yourselves as much as I did. You all did a fine job, you should be proud.

We ought to celebrate, Shale. Who would like to join us? Tauriel, your presence is required.

Filtered: Katniss Everdeen, Shale, Haplo

I have had conversations about hunting - or squishing - with all of you. The dinosaur preserve in my apartment is large enough to avoid each other if desired. There is no longer a dinosaur, and the wildlife has bred abundantly for months. These generations have not known a dinosaur, but previous ones have. I invite you to come hunt there at a common time. I suggest Sunday. But whichever day you agree, I can do it.

I make resolutions many times. It has never been tied with the start of any calendar system. Nor are they for one year only.

Yes. This makes sense.

I am to understand that humans have built shelters of stone for themselves and communicate only from within those shelters. Perhaps thus they are less apt to be squished. Or set aflame. Or squished and then set aflame and then skewered upon poisoned spikes and eaten.

And it does keep the birds out.

It seems there are more birds in this city recently.

Which of you humans wish to help me end them?

Swamp Witch, I think your mother is here.

Let us squish her beneath our fists. Again. If she will come within arm's reach.

I have yet to find a job and it's starting to become worrisome.

Is Widdershins still hiring? I found a shop called "Enchantments" as well. Such stupid names My area of expertise is very specific.

[Companions]

I am going hunting for a big green man. Samson is joining me. Are any of you?

Alright, pretend you're me: from a world that has practically nothing in common with this one aside from dirt and dogs, slightly bewildered, extremely bored. What's one New York experience you absolutely can't miss out on?