War Is Coming Communications.

Too many gorram Solo's and ruttin space folk in this verse. No ship to make it tolerable like neither. tell me you ain't all
another Jacen is too much Jacen in my li

Tah-shr suo-yo Dee-yure duh biao-tze duh Mah.

[ooc: translation: Whores in hell. :P]

I've been doing a little bit of reading on your internet or whatever it's being called, and I'm a little bit curious about something:

Is it normal, then, for this planet to sit back and ignore while entire races species peoples are slaughtered and wiped out? Surely this world knows what a dictatorship is capable of
Is it truly this inescapable, anywhere?
Peace and justice is a possible ideal to reach!

Right so I'm still a little skeptical about all this demons and magic crap, but considering there's a green girl here that looks exactly like me, I'm willing to be open.

But what I'm really after is a performance space. I need somewhere to rehearse, and this apartment simply won't do. Anyone here care to help out a fellow artist?

I've been told you've arrived here.

I feel we should speak. I'm Jacen, your eldest son and I expect you have a great deal of questions about 'where you went wrong with me'

Best to address those now.

I'll be back tomorrow, but I said I'd check in..so, here I am doing that.

...hey. Where the hell'd you get to last night? You okay?
There are like fifty pies all over my apartm

I fear the wire tangles that came to between the store and complex. Some are monstrous.

Resetting up equpiment is going to take hours. Any people with technological skill who'd like something to do - help would be greatly appreciated.

If anyone's grown sick of some of the foods here and wants a nearly-familiar meal (or just wants to try something new, if they are from here!), I've discovered that adding certain spices and flavors to some of this planet's native meats is a good way to closely replicate some of the meats from our own galaxy. And I'm more than willing to cook, it's something productive to do.

Also, I've found that dried peaches are kind of similar to pallies. They're not identical, but they may be the best we've got for now.

BUFFY JUST HIT ON ME. IT WAS WEIRD. O.O



[ooc: I s'pose it's possible that serious shock and confusion were felt through the force. >.>]

Uh. So..mom told me you were here. thought I should say something at l
what do I
This kriffing

Okay, so last night I was out doing my patrolling thing like I almost always do. And I caught wind of a robbery going on. So I go over there and this robber guy comes running out dressed like Spock.

No. It wasn't him. It was a guy. Dressed like him. As a disguise. Then he tried to tell me he would seriously Vuclan Death Grip or whatever me if I tried to stop him.

Yeah. About a minute later he was tied to the lamp post. The cops have him now.

Hey, anyone hear from Blair lately?

Blair, if you don't speak up soon I'm just going to use your money on my crap from now on. That should draw you out from wherever you are.

And on another note, I've found a job.

I feel better today.

So, how many of you Winchesters need hangover remedies today? I read about how trashed two of you were last night.

That being said, it's been a bit since the last time I put this out there and we've had a load of new people show up since then.

Name's Epiphany Greaves. I'm an alchemist and I'm damn good at what I do. See me if you need a potion, remedy, or anything else mixed up. No, I don't do spells, I do the bits that take more than saying words and waving wands.

No offense to our resident witches and wizards or anything.

[Shortly after Adam disappears from custody. The police report, if anyone digs that up, will make some mention of a random trenchcoat-clad do-gooder who wanted to ask the young reprebate if he'd found God and renounced sin.]

I hope your pie was worth it.

BUFFY HIT ON ANDREW!

okay damnit i was hoping they wouldnt be able to find me here

you're already here why are you doing this ghost poodoo too you filthy murglak? STOP YELLING AT ME.

(OOC: Cade has found the wonders of LSD. It will not be a good trip. Forcies, feel free to be picking up, right now, vague feelings of unease as well as lots of frustration. These will devolve into desperation and fear as the trip wears on and by the end it's unlikely any Force sensitive in the city won't feel it.)

Complex. I love you. I do. You're wonderful wonderful people.

But why did I nearly trip over a shopping cart cause I decided to take the stairs when I was leaving this evening?

I'm keeping the most of a pie.

Guess who's name I'm currently deleting from the FBI database.

Why are there so many shades and types of blonde hair dye. This is too complicated and I have jetlag, and I'm in the shopping center and it's making my brain feel fuzzy.

Should I stick with brunette? Why is hair such a predicament?

You know I think I'll try brunette for a wee bit. Change is good.

Hey, just so you know, sending pictures of your butt to Quinn is not okay. I'd appreciate it if it didn't happen again.

I think Caroline is still out of town and I can't get in touch with Blair.

So, I'm at a loss for something to do. Meaning I'm bored and open to ideas. But really, don't expect me to agree to every idea given.

You probably don't know me but I think we should talk sometime soon. I've already met most of your extended family but I think you're the one I need to hear from most I'm still trying to piece together everything I've learned.

Anyway, I'm Siri. I was am a Jedi from around the time your father was a Padawan.