09 March 2012 @ 11:12 am
Huh. Just when I thought everything weird happened in Manhattan.

[There's some gravelly-sounding grumbling and cursing accompanying the sound of the journal being fumbled with for a moment.]

Since I'm about 90% sure this ain't Earth, some answers about where and what the hell this place is are gonna be needed. [A thoughtful pause.] Preferably, answers from folks who aren't like the damn dummies here who repeat the same five sentences no matter what you ask 'em.

If ya feel like socializin', the name's Fury - Nick Fury, Colonel in the U.S. Armed Forces and former director of SHIELD. I found myself here through what I've figured out to be the 'Vanaheim' gate.

[He stops again to think for a moment.]

Until I see evidence contrary, I'm assuming this whole popsicle-stand is a prison masquerading as something else entirely.
 
 
05 March 2012 @ 01:47 am
Okay, cool. Looks like more weird shit is going down. I'm down with that.

I guess I should at least toss my name out there. I'm Dirk Strider and I guess I'm here to chill with everyone here a while. At least until I figure out where the hell I am and why I'm here. If anyone has some kind kind of info you think I should probably know, lay it on me.

Since it seems to be the thing to do, I guess I'll toss a few names out there too. If anyone knows Jake English, Roxy Lalonde or Jane Crocker, let a bro know.
 
 
Um....hello, everyone! My name is Colette and I’m a new arrival in this city!

Anyway, um....can anyone tell me about this place? I’d like as much information about it as possible. Is it true that nobody has managed to find a way back? That’s what my friend Zelos told me.

There must be a way out, though! We might not have found it yet, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. [Well, that is what a worried girl is trying to tell herself behind that cheerful and carefree voice]
 
 
16 October 2011 @ 06:56 pm
I'm supposed to talk to this thing right? Can people hear me with this? My name is Florian and I don't know where Daath is. Do you know?

....It's really cold here.
 
 
14 October 2011 @ 10:24 pm
What a delightful little trinket! It's so small and compact, a pocket device. And it flips opened, there is nothing more thrilling than flipping things opened! Of course it doesn't have nearly as many buttons and levers and pullies and screens and lights as I do.

Did. Do. Did...

Did. Yes, did as in this flesh body I don't have buttons or levers or pullies or screens and lights. That's almost tragic, I always was fond of blinky lights — they drove my thief mad when I set them off at the "wrong times." I do disagree that there is a wrong time, though. Blinky lights are the best lights, much better than plain old boring solid lights.

Oh! Suddenly I'm finding myself realizing this flesh body is that one of the woman's from... But now that's interesting, isn't it? How did that happen? I thought I was back in... Stranger things have happened, I suppose. Do you know how incredibly uncomfortable it is to have a TARDIS land within another TARDIS?

Very squishy.

But!
Perhaps it's time to get back onto track, so to speak.

Hello new world of many that I have been placed onto... I'm Sexy. And I'm looking for my thief.
Have you seen him?
 
 
08 August 2011 @ 11:53 am
 
Hello, Paixao. I am Colonel Jade Curtiss. Thanks to the rambling help of a man calling himself the Doctor, I've gotten the general gist of this place. Searching through past messages on this board has yielded me more questions than answers, but I suppose I can't be surprised. I only have one real question at this point, if someone would be kind enough to answer.

Is there anyone out there who knows who I am?