War Is Coming Communications.

If the Cloak chose now to malfunction I might just hit someon Hi. I seem to be a little lost, and the clerk at the internet cafe told me I should look here for help. Although I'm not sure how I'm supposed to ask Mundies for help getting back to the Homel Could someone direct me to the nearest bus station? I need to get back to New York.

I wonder if I was always this good at insulting people, or if it's a skill that grew and flourished as I aged.

And here's something to really think about: If this skill of mine only gets better as the years go on, what is it going to be like in thirty years? Holy shit. It blows my mind.

Who's up for a game? Fill in the blank, bitches.

Tell me three things about _________________.

That thing downtown, did anyone see?

People died, I mean, crooks and all but I can't see why they had to die.

Weird thing,  I know Shelly that runs that place and she said the presents all turned up, every one, they turned up across town. Not one missing.

I'm the worst Jew ever. I love Christmas movies. Like, an insane amount. They're cheesy and ridiculous and 99% of them could never happen in the span of a million years, but I love them anyway. And the Christmas specials of usual tv shows. Those are awesome, too.

Does it redeem me any if I add this? Or this one. Good luck getting that out of your head today.

Probably not, huh? Oh well.

Okay, I'm officially down to my last $50. I need a job :( FML...I don't even know where to begin. I probably shouldn't have waited this long...but procrastination might also be my middle name, metaphorically speaking.

Can we talk?

This is insane and I don't even know...
I'm fairly sure I'm losing my
I need to...
I feel ridiculous

I was drawing with Beth today. Check it out! It's a dinosaur and an alien pretending to make peace with each other, while on the verge of going to battle. Which one do you think'll win?

Jurassic Park is on. I admit, it's been ruined for me forever. That's not what a velociraptor looks like at all! Silly 90s graphics. Can't lie, though, these movies used to fascinate me. Basically just another notch in the "what do you want to be when you grow up" belt for me. Even though I'll be 26 soon and I still don't feel like a grown up. What's that all about?

The T-Rex is pretty accurate, though, I'll give them that.

What did everyone else want to be when you grew up?

I'm going to be keeping an eye on the complex for the next couple days. If the shooter from before tries to strike again, I'll catch anything coming our way long before they can get the chance to make a hit.

(Darcy)
You should probably avoid going out too much until we figure out who the shooter is.

I don't get the comparison. PETA is fucking stupid.

Anyone wanna cook my bird for me? I don't know how.

[ooc: Cut for spoilers]

I'm never fucking watching TV again. He's like my br
And she was kinda like my
Well, no, she wasn't but they look the s
My eyes are bleeding. They're fucking bleeding.

Dude, fuck Glee. That's all. That fuckin' show is stupid and you guys are way better than that. All of you. And now I'm gonna put a foot through my television and find another book. I knew there was a reason I like reading.

[ooc: added in a few minutes later]

( [Florence] )

I have four pumpkins I don't know what to do with. I was busy trying to return to my beloved Traaanselvania! And Puck and Beth were...somewhere.

Mary Winchester I'm looking at you.

You know what? I'm gonna start buying a fuck ton of Twinkies. Those things never expire and if that zombie shit from the future decides to drop itself onto our doorsteps overnight my ass is not going to die of starvation.

Twinkies and some of those cans of cheese whiz.

And while we're on the subject of zombies, guess what I'm gonna be for the costume party?

So it wasn't a dream. Great

I'm never going to be famous because I already am. I'm not real here. People think my life is entertainment and not the tabloid kind. Everything I've worked so hard for is never going to happen. My life is over.

I want to go home.

Hello? If anyone can read this then you should know that I've been kidnapped. I don't know how I got here, or where here is. My name is Rachel Berry and I'm from Lima, OH. I am only seventeen years old. My parents are Leroy and Hiram Berry and they're gay and therefore you should know that I have a higher understandings of my human rights and civil liberties than most people and this is unacceptable.

I am trying to reach Amnesty International as we speak, since the local police refused to help me and I cannot contact my dads. If whoever did this knows what's good for them then they'll turn themselves in. I will be pressing charges, but I'm sure if you cooperate, your time will be minimal. If anyone else can read this, I really need to get home before people associate my face with an Amber Alert. There's no such thing as bad publicity, but I hardly think this ordeal is what should launch my career. Though... I wouldn't turn down a singing appearance on Regis & Kelly.

So, do any of you that are fictional watch your own stuff.

Cause don't. Sometimes it puts you down as a crazy diva psycho. I couldn't imagine having given up Beth now but at the same time I wouldn't make someone look incompetent just to get her back.

Also I was a skank. I may actually die of shame.

But yeah. I've been somewhat hidey lately. TV hurt my soul

[Freddie]

I know that
I was wondering if
I really do not have the energy to deal with

[Quinn]

I was wondering if you would be able to watch the girls on Sunday night? Anatoly wants to I do not want to What if the girls die while we are If you cannot, I understand, but they enjoy your company as well as playing with Beth.