War Is Coming Communications.

Planking. Why the fuck is this a thing? HUMANS HAVE BEEN LAYING DOWN SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME. THIS IS NOT A NEW THING. Jesus. Are we really this lazy, that we have to make laying down into some kind of extreme fucking sport? Sometimes I really, really worry about humanity.

Okay, so I don't want to be one of those speechy people, especially since I haven't really been holding up my end of slayer duities lately. But this team thing, it needs to be done. As soon as we're unstuck from each other we need to get on it. Scoobies 2.0 here I come? And I guess this is me throwing in my name to lead a team, cause you know slayer, I can handle it.

Because enough is really enough. Do any of us really know what's going on?

I don't understand. That's not our story. The names are all wrong. And it's GAlinda. With a 'Ga'. The Wizard is not all good... he's a sad little man in a machine. He lies. He's not powerful. He has no power.

Is this another attempt at... what is the word I'm looking for? Glorificating? I think that's what I want.

Why spread a false history? Especially to people who don't even live there? I mean, I know that politics is all popularity in the end, and I know that people are told things that they want to hear... but what's the point in a place where it doesn't exist?

I was fired today.

Okay, dude. We need to get out of this apartment for a little while, I'm going stir crazy in here.

I so need to get piss drunk right now. Either that or someone should explore my Deep Roads, but I don't think Buffy would appreciate that. Personal space, it's a wonderful thing because I don't speak never-gets-sex-again. Now I know how my crew felt, and I almost feel bad for them.

Well. That was unpleasent. But I remember now.

So Hello Lawrence Kansas. My name is Romanadvoratrelunder. And since I'm stuck here I suppose we should figure out a plan. Because frankly it seems none of you have, your tactics are weak, you're not willing to do what you should to end this war. Which is why I expect the seal brought me.

They call me War Queen for a reason

So where are we at on this whole team thing? Or has it not left the drawing board yet? Because boy do we ever need 'em.

I've decided I'm going to write a novel, which will turn into a movie, which will make me filthy rich.

It's called: How to Lose a Job in One Day.

From someone with personal experience in the matter. Fuck washing dishes.

I know there's a lot going on with some of you, but the city needs help getting back on it's feet. If any of you are free, I think some of the people out there would appreciate all the help that they can get putting things right again. There are plenty of streets that have been demolished up pretty good and I know there are a few personal businesses here and there that are trying to rebuild. Some of the people I spoke with don't have the finances to hire full and able bodied crews to help them out, so I thought us helping might be a good thing. They even offered to give those who participate in doing so lifelong discounts on all their purchases at said establishments. Anyone in?

Alright. A few of us were talking over this whole "We need a leader" thing, and we don't think that it's quite that simple. No one person needs to shoulder all the responsibility of leading everyone here, and there's no one person that everyone would agree about anyway. So we have an alternative idea.

And I'm opening this to everyone because we want to get a feel for what you lot think, not just try and impose something on you. That won't happen.

( CUT BECAUSE THIS GOT GIANT. )

People are starting to riot in the downtown area. They're not taking too kindly to the military presence anymore.

thank you alex for helping me theother day this thing is harder to figure out than a qunari but im working onit

how muchlonger are these bloody soldiers supposed to behere they remindmea lot of the templars in kirkwall crackingdown on mages they had no sense of humor either no sense of fun

speakingoffun anyoneknow where to have a good time if youknowwhat i mean


[OOC: Typos are on purpose. Isabela's still learning how to use a keyboard. But be glad that she can at least spell! :P I promise her grammar will get better as she gets used to technology. It pains me greatly to have incorrect grammar so she might learn sooner rather than later :P]

Trying to help recover from everything is actually a lot harder than I thought it would be with the military around. From what I've seen, they seem more focused on digging through every household and building for signs of alien life rather than helping the people who have been attacked. Seems like the chain of command has something more specific in mind than saving it's citizens right now.

Okay, just a quick question: What happens if the military thinks to check local boards? Is this place secure enough that they won't be able to see it?

Giant space bugs disappear and everything just goes back to normal again?...what is this place? Why isn't Scully ever around to see these things when they happen? Murphy's Law is a bitch.

So I leave town for like what...two weeks, to track a rumour I heard on a vamp nest which of course wasn't true, God, where are the vampires here? and it looks like the city exploded. Is everyone okay?

What did I miss, and what can I do?

Tina's been sneaking out to go to her rehersals with her crazy probably Commie director. I need two of you that y'know, can stop the bugs from killing me, to come with me and get them to somewhere safe and mostly just stand there while I punch this guy for being an ass to kids.

Who's in?

Why do I even care about these...
Am I growing as a person.
Ugh

Oh joy, it's the military. We must be saved now. Here, let me throw up my hands in celebration. We should throw a party, really. I give it two hours after this bug thing is solved before they start rounding up the "freaks" on paper-thin justifications.

jhekpo


[OOC: That is supposed to read "Help" but Isabela has no idea how the hell to work a computer and is driving herself insane in trying to figure it out. People on the second floor may hear a butt load of cussing coming from room 214. XD]