War Is Coming Communications.

I so need a break from thinking about, talking about, contemplating demons and the devil and imminent apocalypses.

Is there someplace to play paintball around here on short-notice? Like, if I wanted to gather up a smallish group and get a game started tomorrow, is that possible? Also, would anyone be up for it?

[filtered to Sheldon]
What is the fluffiest, hokiest movie I can convince you to watch with me tonight?

It appears as though I've been returned to Lawrence.

Penny? Are you still here?

Is Thursday night really laundry night here? Because it's a bizarre night on which to do laundry. I do my laundry on Saturdays back home.

So, movie night. This is happening. Saturday nights, 8:30-9:00 work for everybody? My place. Starting this weekend...who's in?

Sheldon, you're coming and it's not negotiable. Don't argue. Penny & I will gang up on you. ETA: Oliver, this is also true for you. Just saying.

In other news:

Lois— Do you have anything black and strappy in the sandal department?
Steph— What's the word on paintball? Anything new?
Harry, Rory, and Danielle— Um...I miss you guys.
Jess— You realize that this invitation extends to you and Pete, right?
Jason— I'll cry a little if we don't go to the dog park soon...this really needs to happen.

[Nate]
Come stay the night...?

[Penny]
Did you guys ever go out? Details. COME ON.

Well, since I can't seem to get a hold of Leonard, you people should be happy to learn that I, Sheldon Cooper, PhD., have managed to invent an amazing teleportation device, which is why you're currently blessed with my presence. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and as soon as it's past Penny's 'don't wake me before 11 a.m.' rule, I'll be leaving you once more.