The Doorway: a panfandom game

With all the security lately, it almost feels like cheating that I can just apparate anywhere I want to go. Well, anywhere I can picture, because I really don't fancy getting splinched.

That said, if anyone needs me to pick something up for them while I'm out, just let me know.

I have it on a hypothesis that this time, this contraption will actually succeed. If not, no one sees this and I take to drink while the morning birds are still rising from their slumber.

If you can see this, my name is Henry Sturges. I am taken to understand that a certain Mr. Gügle (dreadful name) already knows everything about each one of us and is liberal with information when asked, so I don't see that there's any harm with being forthright. I immigrated to the United States in the 1830s, my favorite colour is green, and my favourite hobby is murdering the vicious undead where they stand. I was told that there are many of the undead persuasion here in Potts Tower, but cautioned that most have a conscience and do not harm others. We shall see. If hunting vampires is your favourite hobby as well, we should talk.

As an aside, I am a vampire myself. I trust that this will not be a problem, and if it is, kindly get out of my way and cry yourself to sleep for I have work to do.

I am from the year 1865. I realize that this is quite unlikely given the human lifespan, but I did have plans for the man: does anyone know a Mr. Abraham Lincoln? Tall, gangly, prone to melancholy? Oh right - he was President for a spell as well. Thank you in advance.

I would hate to intrude onto anything, but I was wondering. How does one get their infant son here? Is there a way that I could get my baby boy Gus to join me here? I miss him dearly and I haven't been here for a while. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

How many people here are from a different country originally? Sometimes living in New York seems even weirder than being in a different world altogether.

[FILTER: LYRA]

See? Your name's on this.

Thank you to the women who sat down for me so that I could paint them. I'm very nearly done with both paintings if you'd like to come by soon to take a look.

You're more than welcome to keep them if you like what you see.

Also I am very nearly done with this Skyhook, though I suppose it would be best to use on an actual hook system. It's disheartening to have to go through all of this again, but at least I already know the results.

Beauty is always the result of an accident. Of a violent lapse between acquired habits and those yet to be acquired. It baffles and disgusts. It may even horrify. Once the new habit has been acquired, the accident ceases to be an accident. It becomes classical and loses its shock value.

I reminded myself of this during the afternoon as - with espresso in hand - I found myself very pleased to be back with old old friends, old friends and new friends alike.

[Filter: Steve Rogers (MCU), Howard Stark, James Bond]

Your thoughts on SHIELD versus a private investigation firm. As soon as Howard and I return from DC, I've got to find some engaging employment and I'm not quite sure if it's another shady governmental organisation for me or my own smarts and know-how.

[Filter: Stephen Dedalus]

I'm away for a bit. I just thought you should know.

[Filtered to Jaina]

Do you know anyone who has these books we're in? I've already looked into getting a library membership, but if there's someone who can loan them to me in bulk versus one or two a day I'll go with that. Otherwise, this pizza stuff Peter likes is amazing. I think I have a new favorite food.

Way better than rations.

I also signed up to help out in the Youth Center. I can't train anyone there in the Force, but meditation, exercise, and a morale compass probably couldn't hurt anyone. Plus I can try to impart the value of books and expanding your mind, not that it ever really worked on you.

[End Filter]

For a civilization as short-lived as the one on Earth (comparatively), this world has such a rich history. I've bee reading anything I can get my hands on and I'm glad to see that inconsistencies are at a minimum, and those that exist are already challenged by historical experts. I'm finding myself engrossed in a lot of documentaries on past events and it's extremely interesting.

I understand there are people here from different time periods - have you been overwhelmed by requests from historians looking to get answers to long-asked questions? It's a double-edged vibroblade, isn't it. They're excited and curious and treat it like data they can consume and further their own works, while to you it's your life and maybe not even something you wish to talk about or recall. I don't envy that at all.

Would anyone be interested in accompanying me to the Central Park Zoo? I admit the idea of a zoo is foreign to me, but one that I think will be quite enjoyable. I have not heard of many of the animals I've read are exhibited there, nor the countries they come from. It might give me a chance to learn more about how the world has grown since I was originally on it.

[Filter: Robert Lutece]

There was an anomaly with your blood. I need to do further tests, if you'll permit me. I want to get to the bottom of this. Also we desperately need to get food into our apartment. I do not even know if we need sustenance to survive in this plane, but I recommend we make sure we have some just in case. Perhaps I will test out some theories on if we're the same as we were. Alive and dead. I always wanted to do tests on Schrödinger's cat. Now I can.

[Filter: Booker DeWitt and Elizabeth Comstock]

Forgive my intrusion but I wonder if I could possibly trouble you both. I'd like to run some tests on your blood. Nothing too invasive, and nothing will actually be done to you. I would just like to compare there to here, as it were.

I would like to take up painting again. Would anyone like to model for me?

Residents of Potts Tower please be on the lookout for this human. Do not approach - report his presence to the nearest SHIELD agent.

• We're pulled out from all we know and love.
  
• We're told our past deeds and misdeeds are part of the trajectory of a fictional work (an intervening God?), and thereby not our fault or intention.
  
• Yet we're given a stipend to survive (physical lure to root us to the half-between).
  
• Some go quickly, but some stay for ages.

Are we absolutely sure that this isn't Purgatory? Or even the realm of Those that Stood for Nothing? I've never been to either, but I've heard stories. Drunk stories that ended in tears, but stories, and this smacks of their brand of head games. This realm is fictional too, right? I've heard it's been pulling people from its own timeline. I don't know how to explain the people that go away and come back (Dropkicked by Heaven - ooooh, now there's a band name for you punk rockers).

Hi, everyone. My name's Georgina. Shorten that however you see fit; I know it's a mouthful. Sorry about the above, but I'm in a state of freaking out and my boss isn't answering my summons his phone, so I guess he's not here either. Which hey! My boss isn't here either! Party in the USA! But it's leaving me a little fried.

I need a drink. Who do I have to smile at around here for one of those teeth-rotting mocha lattes? I haven't been to New York in a while but I know those can't just be a Seattle thing...

If you have never searched for information about yourself on the Internet, I would not recommend starting with the website known as Tumblr.

It is sometimes very easy to get caught up in the day to day (my own, at present: somewhat gainful employment, editing, living) & forget that I am out of time. Sometimes -- less so. I do not write here as I once would have; I am not, here, what I once was. But I am certain that my case is settled for the best, & I have the freedom now to devote myself to different creative endeavours which I am sure would not otherwise have been the case. Studies of Keats are ten a penny.

The first Locative book is almost ready, a journal of most interesting thoughts and ideas from voices who very much deserve to be heard. There will be a launch party (how could I not?) at Kave in Brooklyn from nine until midnight on Wednesday 12th June: photography will be on display, there will be copies of the book to browse, & I may have procured some rather delightful prosecco for us. If that is not enough to tempt, they also have a piano and a lovely little courtyard; do come!

No. Not Teddy. Not my son. Please.

What a boring thing it is to be relegated to the role of storyteller when you're so used to being the hero or the villain, at the very least, of your own tale.

I miss my son. Surely no joy in this world could compare to his smile.

I'm glad to see that we're having fewer people come in with that flu that was going around. Hopefully everyone in the tower has had it clear up. Though I can't say that I've ever seen magic quite like what's going on right now.

Though Flemeth did seem rather young looking for an ancient witch. Or dragon. I'm still not quite sure what she is. I'd blame her if it wasn't for the fact she's not here.

[Hawke]

You might need to start reminding Justice and I to sleep again. And eat. He's gotten better about eating over the years I think.

[Clinic Staff]

We have had some departures recently. I know that makes the work load a bit more intense for those of us that remain, but I do thank you for sticking with us. And if there's ever anything I can do for any of you, don't hesitate to let me know.

Lucrezia Borgia has offered to join us as a receptionist to try and help us with our appointments, which I think we can all agree that we need the help.

Are the vampires gone?


I'd really like to go to this I think:

http://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/egyptian



Would anyone like to join me? It would be very interesting to see the finds of this world as opposed to my own, I think [...] I wonder if

I've noticed that many people in this city seem resistant to engaging in a conservation with people they don't know. That's not true of everyone, of course, but I've noticed that talk seems to be kept brief. I miss the exchange of debate. I also miss talking to someone without them constantly looking at a device in their hands. I respect the practice as a custom here, but it's hard not to perceive it as rude.

I am learning more about the world at present with each passing day; however, I am still unable to discern a proper or even patterned courtship ritual among people in this city. Does such a tradition even exist? Also, if one does, does it require (as I have heard mention) a suit and tie?