War Is Coming Communications.

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I've got an old friend out of state that needs a visit. If anyone needs me, you can either contact me here or through my phone if you've got the number.

I shouldn't be gone more than a couple days.

(Ruby)
You and Emily gonna be okay? Dean'll be around. Sort of. I hope.

This place would be loads better if we had Quidditch. Or a halfway decent chessboard. I expect I could play you lot with the Muggle version, but there's something about watching my pieces crush yours into smithereens that I find deeply inspiring.

...and by that I mean that it's bloody brilliant.

(Future HP gang)

Ginny fell through. You lot break the news to her yet?

Erm, so I'm not getting notifs apparently. Which sucks.

If I haven't tagged something, it's probably because I haven't spotted it yet. Just give me a nudge.

HannahGrace
(Elena, Tate, Danny, Lagertha)

While I am quite glad that I have a wonderful job at Stark Industries that I enjoy even more than teaching teenagers, there are occasionally days I want to slam my face into a desk, albeit gently. Or even better, slam someone else's face into a desk (not quite as gently). Today was one of those days. Safety protocols are in place for a reason and they apply to everyone, not just the scientists. Asking me ten different ways if they apply to you even though you aren't a scientist will just make me hate you more. I could very much use a stiff drink after my day is done. Anyone care for joining me at Bed of Roses?

Yay for random insomnia? I mean, really. It's 4am, I've already been up for an hour and a half. Considering I have classes today, I don't see this ending well.

It never ceases to amaze me, how different this place is to home.  Inspite everyone saying there's a war brewing.  Unlike in NOLA, I can't see it.  Oh, I know there are demons and angels running around, making moves.  But, here life goes on.  I've missed that.  It's been a long time that I haven't had some sort of responsibility.  People to look after, a city to run.

Anyway, what I mean is, anyone else constantly worrying about what's going down at home?  Especially when we're not fictional, we have no idea.

[Filtered to Elijah]

Not that I don't appreciate the gift.  But, what exactly is it in aid of?

This network was active when I got here. Hello? My name is Sharon Carter. I found myself in the middle of a cemetery in a city I've never actually been to before. I have found no evidence of cameras or a tail so I'm at the corner of Sage & Wilcrest, heading toward what appears to be a town.