Roswell, New Mexico In Character

Who: Scorpius Malfoy
What: Working Late
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Hekate's Cave Metaphysical Shop
Warnings: TBD
Status: Open/Ongoing (Multiple threads welcome, make new thread)

( Do you wanna touch me? )

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.

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

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.

This just in: I loathe my roommate right now. Utterly loathe.

I understand that there are scientists looking into our situation from a scientific direction, which I for one am quite happy for as I am not skilled in muggle sciences.

I am going to be looking into this from a, well, magical perspective. For instance, in my world, we recently had a witch who transfigured a group of teen boys into swans, because they were 'too noisy' and interrupting her reading. It took magical law enforcement three days to figure out that the swans in the park pond were, well, not swans. Her excuse was 'if they are going to be noisy, at least they should be pretty to look at while doing so'.

If those who want to help would contact me, either here or privately, and just let me know what you were doing in the previous twenty-four hours or so before you changed. Where you went, new people you met, what you ate and drank, or anything out of the ordinary.

Well, besides ending up here.

Here I was hoping I had escaped the wonders of a random gender switch.

What hypotheses have we come up with regarding the cause?

Well, this is confusing. I wasn't even doing anything that should cause this. Nothing as exploded in the lab in over a week.

Also, I look far too much like my grandmother at this age.

Keep your big ass buildings and and fancy labs. I'll stick to the auto shop.

Who: Scorpius Malfoy & Open
What: Enjoying a day out
When: Sunday Evening
Warnings: Possible, also, Tweak gave me the cut.
Status: Open to multiples, feel free to tag him someplace in town

( Be one with the orange. )

Well, this is fun. Except decidedly not. I have an education I'm in the middle of, thank you very much.

Just your friendly neighbourhood Devil here with a reminder to teach your urchins how to spell.

I will not be responding to any "Dear Satan" letters I keep receiving.

Although....now that I mention it, it could be fun to write back......

Anyone interested in Secret Santa? I'll organize it.

( It's time for a feast! )

I do not mind at all having my potions chest showing up. It gives me something to do other than wander around town and try to figure out if the designers of the town were catering to the alien fanatics.

If anyone is interested in a potion or two, or just want to watch one be brewed, let me know.

My name is Scorpius Malfoy, and I am rather confused about arriving in this place when I was supposed to be apparating back to my flat in London. While the living arrangements I have been given are much appreciated, I would much rather be told how I came to be here and just how I am getting home.