Communications

>> My dad said I could get
>> my own archery gear since
>> I'm really liking it and your
>> lessons are awesome.
>> Plus he saw in the news
>> about Vegas and said it's good
>> to be able to defend myself.

>>...What are the not solid little kid forms?
>>They've got creepy voices and sound like the little sisters from Bioshock?
>>Cause they're freaking me out and everything.
>>Are they a you guys thing?
>>It's like I can't think straight and I see them but my brain...won't let thoughts st....
>>(nonsense stream of words and letters)

( it's a Daddy Shower! )

[If you don't know whether or not your character is an agency asset, it's all listed out here.]

We are under attack. For those of you not in attendance at Tony Stark and Pepper Potts' wedding we are sending a helicopter for you. We need all the help we can get.

( cut for mentions of comas )

>>Alma, and/or Beth/Wrex
>>I'm assuming this stuff outside has to do with baby stuff.
>>How can I help?

Judy:

>>Do you work tomorrow or not?
>>Because if you wanted to go see something insane from my other life...
>>There's a ceremony for the local reenacting baronry tomorrow and my best friend's getting a promotion.
>>If you ever wanted to see me in tights...okay they're not really tights...and a weird hat...
>>You're welcome to be there.

Roy:

>>Are you going to Barton's warrant thing tomorrow?
>>He said you couldn't make it last time, even before the crazy, so...
>>Also, what are you wearing to it? I think you should wear the Speedy hat.

>> I have to tell you something.
>> It is something I have never told anyone.

>>Wait so...

>>Some woman actually went out with you and TOOK YOU HOME?

>>...She's not entirely sane is she?

>>This party is fucking amazing!
>>[Insert Harvey's Address]
>>And the hostess is fucking hot.
>>[Insert Image of Ollie lampshading]

Barton:

>>Call me. BIG news.

Ollie:

>>Look, I'm sorry.
>>Also? Something major happened.
>>In a good sense.
>>Fucking best in the...
>>Just call me.

Alma:

>>How are you?
>>I have the most incredible news!

>>I'm sorry I'm such an asshole at you in the dreams.
>>And sorry I haven't really touched base with you lately.
>>That should change.

( PM to people Graham knows (who are not also his flatmates): Bethany Hawke, Clint Barton, Emma Swan, Mary Margaret Blanchard, Oliver Queen, Roy Harper, Ruby Lucas, and Sansa Stark. )

Jubilee, From Ollie's Phone:

>>Are you okay?
>>This is Roy double checking because Ollie's...you can totally imagine.
>>But I know he wants to make sure you're all right.


Alma:

>>You okay in all of this?
>>Haven't heard a thing.


Conner:

>>Hey how are you handling the plague thing?
>>you have somewhere safe to be?

Wrex:

>>All quiet on the western front?
>>Need anything sent in from San Fran?

>>So. I'm in San Francisco.

>>Had to take off to do a non disclosed thing.

>>Now that we're done with that, Ollie's saying there's a virus back in the OC.

>>A pretty bad one. Are you okay?

>>You should come here if you haven't been around anyone sick, before it hits.

>>I don't want to think about you getting ill.

>>I can totally get him to send the plane for you and Budha.

>>Hey that shrink you see...

>>does she work with private patients too?

>>Kinda got myself into a therapy pact and it's time for me to find somebody to talk to, so...

Ollie:

That college offer? It still stand? Can we get me in for January still?

Clint:

I'm not shooting at my best and don't know how to fix it. Can I come have you bitch at me?

Dr. Mad Science:

So far, so good with the arm. I've been having some psychological stuff going on with forgetting it's there still, and defaulting to the left, but when I remember I'm not feeling a phantom limb, it's amazing.

The arm is actually better than it was when it was amputated. I'd had some shoulder problems from getting shot and stabbed there the last couple years, and those are gone. Of course, so's my muscle definition and I've had to take practices slow, but I'm getting back up there and so far so good.

Wrex:

The new improved ranch have room for a part time instructor to start in January?

Interested in someone with some relevant experience?

Zevran:

This sounds kinda stereotypically gay, but...wanna go see the Nutcracker and then dinner? Also, I love you. Thanks for putting up with me.

>> Are you really okay?

I am coming over and making you dinner tonight.

>> I think I have a girlfriend

Testing... Testing.

Hello,

I am very bad with computers. But I just got one, and have heard for a long time about this Valar-Internet. Are you meant to just write things?

I do not know what to say. I guess I just want to see if it "posts" properly.

-Zuko

Text to Roy Harper
>> do your dreams have any parts of your real life in them

Text to Remy LeBeau
>> can I come hug you?
>> I need someone

( dear fellow orthopedic sufferer )

To the test subject whom it may concern,

I would like to arrange a face-to-face meeting to discuss and outline any future procedures. If this is satisfactory, then respond and we can set an appointment.

>> I hope I did not hurt you too terribly.
>> Will you allow me to buy you dinner to make up for it?

[Text to Ollie and Roy]
>> Hey guys. Sorry I didn't stay very long at the party yesterday.
>> Not really my scene.
>> I've been told I'm allergic to fun.

[Additional Text to Roy]
>> Happy Birthday, though!

My work is nearly complete and I see that you are no longer incarcerated. Are you still interested in my proposition? We can set up a time next month, to experiment with cutlery see if the results are satisfactory after a (or several) trial runs.

>>Quick question.
>>Based on all the trick arrows I have in the dreams.
>>Think it'd be possible to make one that launches paint?
>>How would you keep that from drying out? Maybe something else?
>>Not a fletcher so... I don't know. Any ideas?

I think I'm stronger than I should be. I didn't realize it was beyond what was normal until they pulled me aside for a drug test.

Clean, obviously.

Is there any way to test for -- I don't know, alien super-strength? I don't know if I know how to hold back.

The search for one armed fugitive Roy Harper, former ward of Oliver Queen, wanted for a count of falsified evidence, and residential burglary charges came to a close in San Francisco as Harper was apprehended near the wharf, and has been remanded to the custody of Orange County authorities for processing and investigation. More at eleven.

( bonus booking photo! )

"So. You've got your thing tonight with the...whatever. I kind of broke into your apartment and kind of borrowed five hundred bucks out of your safe. Emergency thing came up with a friend. Knew you wouldn't mind. And if the cops call, you haven't seen me. No, I didn't do anything. I just said too much. Sorry."

>> I'm gonna hold it over your head for all eternity. When your children are born, I am going to go go to the hospital as Jubilee is giving birth, and shove the picture in your child's face, so the first time they see their father is in a drunken stupor looking like a jackass.

>> I feel like I should apologize for my behavior on Sunday night.
>> Mainly the part where I was awkward and clumsy and had no idea what I was doing.
>> But also probably the dancing. Are you sure it didn't blind you?

I need to talk to somebody. I don't want to bug you because I know you're going through your own stuff right now, but you're the only one who won't think I'm insane.

>> I have a
>> There is someone I think I might be attracted to.
>> Who's not you.

>>What the FUCK, Oliver?
>>I just opened up the box you sent me back when we weren't speaking.
>>Where did you get that hideous and totally familiar hat?
>>It's showed up in my DREAMS for God's sake.
>>Explanation. Now.

[Mass Text To Everyone Who Replied To Yesterday's Post; Delivery List Hidden]

>> Ok. Tony here.
>> No that I've finished drinking heavily thought this through, there's a lot of work to do and we'd better get started on it.
>> If you're comfortable with it, text me who is in your dreams. Names, people you recognize, and if you're okay talking to them.
>> It's a start, right?

[Text to Summers]

>> Pretty sure a big chunk of this is headed your way.

[Text to Pepper]

>> I think I need a Motrin.

Went back through Valarnet to see who it was talking about dreams of being a sidekick and realized it was you.

If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone?

( PM to Roy Harper. )

Ollie said I should talk to you about stuff that you'll understand better than he would. Still really not sure this is a good idea. Maybe we can meet up for training and post-training coffee or something?

It's time to honor male role models and shit! So, some cards get set around: Click the cuts to open them!

( for wrex )

( for clint )

And for Oliver! Which actually comes to his door via the classic game of Ding Dong Ditch
( this says it all, really )

( email to Wrex )

( Text to Clnt )

( text to Scotty )

( text to Scott )

( Text to Ollie )

( texts to random numbers )

( PM to Castiel )

>> Hey Uh, saw your post, you okay?
>>Not to make today worse, but heads up, you've got a box here at the Ridge.
>>From San Fran
>>That I have nothing to do with, for the record.
>>Don't glare at your phone like that, I swear.

To: Clint Barton <cbarto@caid.com>
From: Roy Harper <redarrows@gmail.com>
Subject: Hate To Cancel But...

( I'm aware I suck... )