War Is Coming Communications.

So, what does one do upon disovering themselves fiction. Immediately hides the bigsecret from the little brother. Only h'es smartyer than everyone and he knew.

So its good with him and now we drank most of a tavern. White Cloak remains in room in absense of a king. Stupid fat king anyway, Better than the Mad one though

Sarahspretty but not her hair. Must investigate her

I'm afraid I have an unpleasant favor to ask of you, brother.

I have recently been speaking with Needy and Darcy, and while their trust in me is appreciated, it is also concerning. I do not wish to cause them harm, and both of them seem to be wholeheartedly convinced I never will.

I, unfortunately, remain less convinced.

If you should think I am becoming a danger to them - or to anyone, I suppose, who does not deserve it - please, stop me. Permanently, if you must. I do not wish to become the monster in that film.

I'm sorry to place this on you - you are probably the only one who would be able to do it, or else I would not make such a request. I simply cannot afford to be allowed to do as I wish unchecked. For now I may not be a threat, but I have no way of determining if I will know if I have crossed a line.

As you are more mature than the Thor I am familiar with, I expect you understand, and I will not have to endure protests of 'that will never happen'? I suspect it would be tiresome for the both of us.

Alright now, can someone tell me what this is all about, then? I know I was blown over but there's no way I'd have hit my head quite this hard.

So I know some of us here are fictional in this world and all, but seriously?! Apparently I'm in a video game? And not just one, but two! And they made me look like a damned mule in the first one! They couldn't give me a book or a movie or something? Well, putting my life into a book or movie would put them in the Adults Only section. Also, why is Hawke male? The Hawke I knew was a woman.

...so any of you played Dragon Age? Because I'm sort of curious to play it and see how they captured me my home. Though you'll also have to teach me how to even play because me and technology don't quite mix yet. I'm barely understanding the computer, though I'm doing far better with it than I was.

Didn’t do it. And if I did somehow do it, it was by accident so a little accidental perfect apparition to America and something wacky but wonderful with time shouldn’t reaaaally lose Slytherin House Points should it? In fact I deserve at least ten for accidental brilliance.

Now how do I get home cause its not working when I try to apperate there

Fuck
I don't want you to
I saw
I slipped
I can't

I need help, Mark.

So yeah. Something I didn't tell you last night because I didn't know.

George and Angelina got married and had two kids. One of them, Roxanne, she's here and worried you'll hate her. Says you can contact her when you're ready.

Besides that, how are you settling in?

HUGO WEASLEY, WHY AM I IN KANSAS?

When I said I wanted to be Dorothy for Halloween I didn't mean for it to go this far. Sometimes I think you should be committed.

There are easier ways to send me messages, River Song.

I WAS KIDDING WHEN I ASKED FOR CHILDREN TO SHOW UP HERE, MAGIC SEAL.

KIDDING.

BLOODY HELL, CAN'T YOU READ? WHERE'S MY QUIDDITCH PITCH?

Anyone want to go do anything? Because I kinda feel like getting out of the apartment. And we just got a bunch of new people that are seriously going to hate me.

You killed my father.

Asides from the claims that he was mad I want to know why.

lAwrence ima missesz yous

eVen tho i dinnt know and it[s all fuzzys imma want to kik arses gains

[ooc: from the same time as Steph's drunk post :D]

Sorry I haven't been around. Adam's death My detox post Famine Been busy with stuff, but I'm headed back to Lawrence for a little while if anyone needs anything.

Training at Bobby's place has been delayed a little, but I think he'll be ready to set up shop soon. I'll keep you all updated.

[Text to Ruby]
» We gotta book it back to Lawrence. I'd be happier if we waited it out another day or two, but there's something going on back at the Roadhouse that I need to take care of.

[Text to Dean]
» Where are you?
» Did you see Jo's post?

[Text to Mel]
» Where are you?

I need to speak with you...



[OOC: This is directed at Eleven, but both Ten and Eleven can read it! Leela hasn't had time to check the boards to see Ten's arrival yet.]

Does the name Michael Barrett ring a bell?

My friend is having a birthday party tonight. You should come. There will be drinks, fun, and me!
[Epiphany's complex address]

This is impossible. This is completely and utterly impossible. I can't be here. I've got other places to be, other things to do. Very, very important things. I don't have time for this. I don't. I honestly don't.

Look. If anyone bothers to read this, I'm looking for a blue box. You can't miss her. She's all big and sort of rectangular and quite frankly brilliant. She's a police box. Says so right over the door. If you find her--and this is very, very importnat--do not go inside and for goodness sake don't touch anything. Just find me and tell me where she is. I'll take care of the rest.

I'm not about to dance around this, so let's cut to the chase - How did I get here and how did twelve years go by?