War Is Coming Communications.

It still fascinates me at how much the world has changed since my time.

She never thought she'd miss the noise.

Mara, Jacen, are you still there?

I should not be here. This is not the place of screams.

Where is my sestra?

I think I should have liked to stay a ninja, to have Family. A mind without purpose will perforce wander dark places. But a stream cannot choose where it flows, subject as it is to the whims of geography.

Now we've divided again, and everyone's afraid, or angry. And it all flows into and through her, like sand through grasping fingers.

I want to help. With the Vampire. How can I help?

[Friends]

I explained to most of you about how it works. How you become a Sith? A saccrifice.

Well, Mara Jade Skywalker was mine only she doesn't know it yet.

I'm going to talk to her but just...bear with me for a while. It won't be easy.

[Mara]

Recognise me? I suspect I'm a little older than you remember.

So I've got some good news. I've recently come into possession of a set of Master Keys.

Good news is Grave House is under Ninja control. Completely and utterly, a bastion of light in the darkness, a pillar of honour and strength in this sickening sea of rum, piracy and moral degradation.

Any pirates, brigands or swashbucklers still in the building are currently secured in their rooms, ready to fall on our swords balls of paint.

Unfortunately, I'm not quite as mobile as I could be right now. I don't entirely fancy my chances alone. But join me here, and through organization, and not being sloppy, drunken criminals, we will be triumphant

Captain Mister Kirk. Your vessel building is under our control. If you think you can take it, you're welcome to try.

So, let me get this straight.

I'm in Kansas. Because of...magic? And I'm dressed like a ninja for some reason.

Tony, what the hell did you do?

Greetings, Midgardians.

My apologies for not making this post sooner. But, I supposed that the Lady Sif's would suffice.

However, it occurred to me, that I should actually apologise for the storm that occurred on my arrival. I was not happy to be dragged here away from Jane where I was.

However, with the formalities out of the way. Would anyone be able to inform me, as to why I have woken up wearing such strange attire? And, what this contraption that has appeared ois supposed to do?

Why did I wake up in a graveyard and what was that thing that wouldn't let me out of it?

Call me crazy but I'm pretty sure this is not the planet I woke up on this morning.

Sanctuary.
From the French, sanctuaire, meaning 'sacred relic'
From the Latin, sanctaurum
Ultimate origin: sanctus, meaning 'holy'

Holeyest of holeys. Such a long way down. Dear Liza, dear Liza, so many holes!

And what is a grave but a hole, a Chummann?

Hide in them if you must; it will avail you none, Little Mice. Ni feidir leat fanacht anseo

Alright. If I'm not the first person this' happened to, it seems safe to assume you've got some kind of support-network set up already.

So I'd really appreciate it if someone could find me a car, painkiller or a doctor who's quick or doesn't mind traveling.
I need to get back to Louisiana fast as I can, but I'm bleeding something terrible right now, I remember what internal trauma feels like, and it feels a whole lot like how I'm feeling.

Anyone wants to tell me the time, that'd be real useful, too.

Tam where the gorram hell are you, you were to be back here days ago. I gave you enough leeway as it is.

One Peter Vincent came to me with a pretty brilliant idea, guys. Why don't we try getting a loop of the exorcism playing on the radio? Maybe cut into tv programming here and there. Subliminal commercials or something, maybe.

(ETA) [Musicians & otherwise musically inclined folks]
Who wants to make the exorcism into a song and make the next viral youtube video?

Morocco is surprisingly colder than expected. Good thing I've barely left the room.

[Filtered to the "other" Demons]

For fuck's sake, finally. Little bastard doesn't stay still.

And damn if his girl's not whiny. But at least she's a good lay? And the transporting thing could be useful, now that I'm not chasing them around a city.

Any word on the kid? Or, better still, the yeti?

break wone window and everryone jmakes a fuss.

Oh my god the craziest fucking thing just happened you have no fucking idea. Okay so I've got this bird feeder thing on my balcony, right? Well there was a dove or something there, having some lunch or whatever, and I'm going about my business and all of a fucking sudden I hear this big BANG, something hitting the window over the balcony. So I go look and the dove is gone and I'm looking around and there's something in the tree across from me and I take a closer look and it's a hawk, sitting in the tree, looking kinda dazed. I'm pretty sure Mr. Hawk hit the window trying to get some lunch of his own. And after a minute or so, he flies off, so he's fine.

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!

I don't see the pigeon anywhere, so I go downstairs and check and I see the pigeon sitting on the sidewalk under where my place is, right? And he's also looking slightly stunned, and lets face it, you would be too after a brush with death by hawk. And this FUCKING CAT that's been hanging around Piffy's complex (and seems to have a crush on Sylvia, my cat, cause he keeps staring at her through the windows and shit) is slinking over to him so I start yelling at the cat trying to scare it off and he doesn't even twitch. And he goes and fucking grabs the dove and so I start chasing after him, so I can like try and separate them and shit, and finally the cat drops the bird and the bird flies off across the street to another tree and the cat runs off.

So yeah, that was my day so far. I don't know if that was a sign of the Apocalypse, animals getting all cracked out, or just animals being animals. But that was some crazy shit.

[ooc: omfg guys you have no idea this literally just happened to me D: WAT]

When the attack comes, and it will. I need to know what we have to work with. Numbers, abilities, weapons. I want no secrets, and believe me trying to keep those from me is essentially pointless.

Because I refuse to sit and wait for meetings or decisions about who should lead the fight. Unless you can think of someone more qualified. I'm being tactical. Because we'll all die unless someone is.

Who in the hell nevermind-theirs probably only one person that would think this hairless (probably feral? I think it wants to eat me..) cat is cute and think givin me a pet is a good idea. River. Take it back.

[Robin]
How you doin?

oh boy, here we go
I just wanted you guys to know, before he picks or whatever, I don't know if he'll even want to take me given I'm probably kind of on his shitlist after all the shit that happened in December and such but I'm volunteering. For the thing, with Death. And I already thought it through really carefully and read everything everyone's been saying and I know all the risks and everything and I don't even know that he'd pick me, but yeah. Volunteering. Have volunteered.