Roswell, New Mexico In Character

fuck me. what the hell did i do?

It's been three weeks. Somehow my journals - which I thought I'd left at the camp - are here. And while I'm really grateful for that, I have some questions. Not sure this is the best place for them but here we go.

You have an Einstein-Rosen-Podolski Bridge opening in the middle of the desert! But there's nothing around it and there's no catalyst!

It's a literal rip in the fabric of space, joining one point here to another world on a different dimensional vibrational frequency.

From what I remember at the wormhole in the desert, there isn't any natural or man-made stabilization factor that is causing the rip to open over and over and over. But for there to be a wormhole like that you need one, because rips in space - and I guess time in this case too? - they don't just happen. Something causes them.

For us it was the Timer, the sliding machine. It used an electrical field to both make the rip and stabilize the wormhole so that it didn't kill us. And we never got the same world more than once... well we did once, but we had help.

How is this happening? Has anyone looked into electrical field data for the desert area? How many times have people from the same world shown up independently from one another?

I was just in Kansas. The welcoming group explained what they could. It's... not the strangest thing I've heard, but why? And what happens to those you were with when you're brought here?!

We were in the middle of something and if I vanished then he's on his own-

In a nest! Shit. He wouldn't go in on his own. He's smart. Especially if you vanished in front of him...

I need a dr

I guess the fact that there's an actual welcoming committee means there's a hell of a lot of people showing up here, right? That or I'm going batshit in the lobby of a Holiday Inn in Illinois

I'm Dan Torrance. I'm an orderly in a hospice in a small town in New Hampshire, and I'm supposed to be on my way back there, but I guess this place had other ideas. Hi.

I know I didn't have any of the snooter.

I need a beer.

If it's not one thing, it's another.

Anyone out there? Ben? Evie? Guys?

So, I've been here a few weeks. And I'm starting to realize what you guys mean when you said we were stuck here. My aunties and Ambrose are probably worried sick by now.

So far no way out. My powers are working but... Trying to use the portal magick doesn't get me anywhere but here. What the Heaven is it with this place. I mean if this isn't home and I can't get back to Greendale, it would track that I can't get to Pandæmonium either...

Well, if I can't go home, I might as well do something that makes it feel like home.

Does anyone know a theater that screens classic horror movies? Back home the Paramount used to show all the best ones Night of the Living Dead, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Exorcist, Rosemary's Baby.

... I have a feeling I don't need to worry about being late for work. Thank sweet Jesus, because traffic was a bitch this morning.

Roswell, New Mexico? Hard pass. The humidity does nothing for my hair.

Okay, hi. Yeah....this isn't going to work for me. I don't have time to be abducted by a portal or people who have really bad taste in fashion. I have a wedding to plan. Someone has to make it send me back!

This place isn't that bad. Even with all the crazy stuff going on. I've even managed to find myself a lab that I can be happy in too.


[If people missed Caitlin being there, well... that's because it wasn't her that came through the portal, but her other half.]

Sunday morning is always a good time to get some donuts, I think.

I need you to come out and get the electricity back on.

Oh hey, look. Crisis over.

Moving on.

Good Evening my fellow Roswellians!

I am having a small sale, fresh lemonade for all. Free to anyone who experienced a small issue with a milkshake sometime over the last few weeks, guaranteed to fix the issue. Just stop by room 407 to pick up your drink. If you don't feel like making a trip this evening, or you want one last night of fun, I will be in the first floor lobby tomorrow, with a fresh pitcher for you.


There is also regular lemonade for everyone else.

For those who didn't get a chance to experience the fun, or should want to do so again at a later date, talk to me.

I'm surprised I don't have whiplash from going home and returning here.

[Hope]

Are you still here?

OH Isn't this fun! Though, I'm kind of tired of all the jumping through time. What is with that?

Look at all the little freaked out people running around like this is some kind of disaster. Embrace the changes, people, and enjoy your new selves.

I have all the notes I've put together on my studies of the milkshakes. Is there anyone I can meet up with to go over these with? There are a few things that are not adding up.

Who: Xander Harris (gb) + OTA
When: Lunch time
Where: Crashdown
What: Getting something to eat
Rate: low probably

Nothing of Xander's fit in this new body. It was shorter and oddly proportioned, the tops were way too baggy and the pants too long. He had to 'borrow' things of Faith's to not be naked or odd looking. The stuff she wore were tight and more revealing than he was use to. "

How do women wear this stuff?" He pulled his jacket more around himself as he walk, shoulders hunched, down the sidewalk to the dinner. He was in need of one of those shakes he likes so much.

When he seated himself at the counter and read the sign about the milk shakes he groaned. "You have to be kidding me?"

Peter god damn Hale.

What. Have. You. Done?