War Is Coming Communications.

Right, those of you who signed up for boot camp, I'm going to just bring all of you in at once, seven instead of five will be close quarters, but nothing unbearable, and you're all adults, I expect you can work any problems out like adults.

It's going to run a week at a time at the Singer Salvage Yard in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Meals and beds will be provided, and weapons for practice when needed, if you've got your own, bring 'em, people work better with their own weapons.

I've got:
Group 1 - Feb 1st thru Feb 7th
Sarah Connor
Sawyer
Jaz Parks
Cassie Chan
Kate Austen

Group 2 - Feb 8th thru Feb 14th
Connor MacManus
Murphy MacManus
Rupert Giles
Malcolm Reynolds

If you could all check in, let me know you're still interested we'll get this going.

I've been watching that guy who travels to foreign countries and eats weird stuff for most of my afternoon here. I can't figure out how he can stomach it. Octopus that still wiggles on the plate is just ten kinds of horrifying.

Been a while since I've thrown this out there, and we've got some new faces since then.

Name's Bobby Singer, and from time to time I run a boot camp, week-long, intensive training sort of thing to get the out-of-towners more familiar with the sorts of critters they're dealing with here. Theory is that if you can't learn it from me in a week you can't learn it at all.

If you're interested, drop me a line, 18 and up only please. Usually do this in groups of five and if anybody who's already done it needs a refresher? You're welcome to sign up again.

Remember that fight club bit I was going on about earlier? Yeah, I've already begun to spread the word. Supers, supernaturals, humans, whatever. I don't give a fuck who you are. If you want to fight it out, I'm arranging for it to happen tomorrow night at nine. Consider this as your sign-up sheet. Drop your name here and I'll set you up for a round or two.

1. If I think you're likely to rat us out, I'm going to refuse you the right to join. I'll also probably hurt you.
2. The location of the fight is gonna be hidden. I'll see to it that you find out where it is, so long as you lot reply below to let me know that you're interested.
3. If you do rat us out? I will kill you. I might play all nice and well with you all now, but the second you cross me you might well be signing your death wish in blood.
4. An arranged fight will cost you. Everything else is at random. I don't care if you're a human being put up against fucking Superman. You signed up for it. You deal with it.

This sort of affair might not appeal to some of you. I don't care. It's not your business. If you don't want in, keep your mouth shut. It's really quite simple.

In time traveling-dimension hopping rules, if it was 2008 before I got here, and I was supposed to be turning 27 in 2009, does that mean I'm turning 28 now or do you just not count that year?

Either way I think that makes me ancient in slayer years. Damn.

So, I know I'm new-ish, but I figured I'd organize something of a dinner or whatever for those of you who wanted to celebrate having been around here for a year. Anyone interested?

Edited to add: It's really open for anyone. Mostly just an excuse to get together and eat food and have an epic party. Just so you all know.

I want to go on a date.

Other people get to. Someone take me on one.

[ooc: Christy. Is special. Go with it :p]

It was a year ago you people started coming through the seal. I remember being happy another had broken and confused at the new development. I told Lilith, all of it, little bits I knew about all of you. I was a good little soilder back then. Y'know,  I even remember waiting for the rest. Wanting to get to 66.

But now, I don't think I've ever been so happy to be wrong. In this one year I got friends, I got a real life one true love and I think he saved my life. So...whatever, call me sappy or sentimental. But thank you. Every single one of you, even the ones that still don't like me a whole lot.

I don't think you'll ever understand how much I owe you all.

I have decided, after listening to Dean blast his music all day, that the lead singer of AC/DC sounds like a banshee going through a sex change operation without the benefit of anesthesia.

Two more days and it'll be a year since I've been here. It's something that deserves a celebration, doesn't it? All of us who've surviv dealt wi been living here for a year come the seventh. But because I'm nice, I'd invite everyone else. Except, I'd rather get really drun I don't want to be here for another year.

Jason and Neville. You've been to your home dimensions. Do you remember here, when you're there? Is it

The Backstreet Boys are having a reunion. Without Kevin.

I missed the original BSB craze but apparently this is a big deal.

Personally I don't get it.

Fuck all your politics.

I'm starting a fight club.

All that fate talk got me thinkin
No that guy is crazy why am I even bothe
I was doing the right thing I was protecting my mother even though she
I am NOT like him just because he was my real father doesn't mean tha
But Tom died because of me...
I lied to Kevin and his entire family that was
Why do I keep hurting everyone aroun

Do you think people are born bad?

It could have been done in one book.

I always thought there was an easier way to get the ring to Mordor.

So I'm thinking the road crew here ain't gonna want to hire me back since I up and disappeared on them last time. My next best bet's probably gonna be construction. Anybody got any tips on that before I head out for a job hunt?

Also? I've got a killer craving for some steak. I think it's a good night to head up to the Brewery. Anyone else coming?

Just so we're clear on this - no, I do not see you when you're sleeping / sexing / showering / doing inappropriate things, unless those things involve Sam and Dean or further the plot in some way. I don't know everyone's dirty little secrets, I don't know what's happening three months from now (and I wouldn't tell you even if I did?), I was not aware I was writing reality until, like, yesterday. I'm just a writer. I'm as confused as you guys. Also, I am not responsible for this creepy "Wincest" crap. That's the fangirls.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to drink something really, really strong. I've got a bottle I've been saving for a special occasion and this seems the perfect time to polish that off and pass out for a while. Maybe I'll wake up and this will all just be the weirdest dream I've ever had except that I had this dream last night  and then I wrote it down and it happened, so probably not.

I refuse to believe that I've actually managed to do something terrible enough to deserve this. Whatever this is. And if I have, I really don't care this whole thing is still insane. Towns do not vanish into thin air.

This place is worse than living with Bill. I hate it already.

The internet. The greatest communications tool you lot have ever invented...and you wallpaper it with pornography. I have never been so proud of you. I see this device works as advertised. Shall I make the Wizard of Oz joke now, or can we just skip that?

What the hell is going on? This ain't no damn island.