Hello again, New Moore! Isn't this morning just wonderful?

It's been some time since my last network post, and there is much to discuss... like, for instance, my hospitalization at the hands of a certain snow queen; or the fact that a strange robed creature is now sharing my quarters (is it even human?).

But, for now, let's turn our attention to a more pressing matter: my woefully empty gym that you, as a future Pokémon Master, would do well to visit!

Do you specialize in dark-type pokémon? No, of course you don't. That's why I'm here for you! It's quite simple, really. Defeat me and earn your gym badge, or lose and earn nothing. Well, other than experience. Nothing pays quite like experience! Even if that experience is one of crushing loss...

So step right up, young trainers! Your little friends aren't going to train themselves!

Got a couple questions.



1. Why?

Well, isn't this a pickle? I've spent the past few nights reviewing the network — partially for a bit of light reading, cos I can't seem to find hide nor hair of my Asimov collection, and partially to fill some irreconcilable gaps in my knowledge. For example, how is it possible I never spoke to Iron Man while he was here? Not once? Honestly, talk about missed opportunities, I'm disappointed in myself. I've shared living quarters with an honest to goodness alien for years and never once thought to ask him of the atmospheric makeup of his home planet? WHO AM I? And Victor, it seems we're long overdue for a discussion on the exact nature of nanite technology. Please, regale me.

Also, it seems I've been a bit— well, I'm honestly not one for foul language, but a bit of an arse. I'd like to apologise to anyone I've offended over the years. That kind of behaviour just isn't socially acceptable. I'm not normally like that!

But frankly, quite a lot of what's been said to me on here is hurtful as well, so perhaps we were all feeling out of sorts.

At any rate! I'd be chuffed as chips if we could all come to an understanding and agree to move forward in a more pleasant manner.

Kinda weird that they gave me another Peter for a roommate. Were they thinkin' I wouldn't notice the difference? 'Cause I'm not retarded, yo, I got eyes and shit. It sucks though, he was like the best roommate. Uh not talkin' smack about the new guy or anything— sorry new guy, that was kinda. Sorry. It's just, like, you get attached to your roommate, right? It's not a crime.

I still think it's jacked up they take their stuff. Or it disappears or whatever. But the lifetime supply of paper towels is still here, so there's that.

Anyway uh. Sup, Peter 2.

[ her voice is bright and overly cheery, almost like a wind-up toy: ] So I'm fictional now? That's all the new thing. Okay. I guess I can get with that if it's what the young kids are doing these days. No, it totally makes sense someone would make me up.

[ okay and now it's gone. bye-bye buffy of l.a. old. this is aged buffy, mature buffy. well mature-r buffy, and she's so not impressed. ]

Except not. I wish I had a nickel for every time I got kidnapped because... Actually, can we make it a quarter? I'm worth a quarter-per-kidnapping, at least. Inflation! That's a thing. A total thing. A really real thing that unfortunately affects me now. Being an adult is lame and ishy and I don't think my boring adult life where I waitress 50 hours a week and never get to take down my hair should be fictionalized. But that's just me. I'm not the fictionalizer so I guess I don't really have a say.

Which, when you think about it? Is kind of messed up. [ an offended nose-wrinkle! ]

Let's not think about it, Island-people. People of the Island. Islanders? Islandees? Islandics?

Oh, yeah. ...Did anyone else have a really weird dream last night?

[ this has been the worst introduction ever. she clicks the feed off anyway. ]

WHO: Wayward Vagabond, Hiccup, Phil Coulson, Peter Pan, The Once-ler, R
WHAT: i've got dreams like you - no, really!
WHEN: whenever between Feb.27 - Mar.2 during sleepin' time. up to you.
NOTE: please just state which option/character you're going for and tag away. yoo it's technically a log even if you're spamming me. 5+ comments for your activity. this is a good idea guys.
WARNINGS: some dreams may take a turn for the worse depending on who it is / what happens.


[ OPTION A: CAN TOWN ]
( the mayor )
[ OPTION B: HOW TO DREAM A DRAGON ]
( hiccup )
[ OPTION C: IT'S A MAGICAL PLACE. ]
( coulson )
[ OPTION D: WHERE'S MY BACKUP CHORUS? ]
( the once-ler )
[ OPTION E: THE DEAD DON'T DREAM ]
( r )
[ OPTION F: COME WITH ME WHERE DREAMS ARE BORN AND TIME IS NEVER PLANNED ]
( peter pan )

I'd just like to make a general announcement for those few new faces and a reminder for everyone else in light of recent events that although it's total shit, "released" STILL doesn't mean dead.

That at least hasn't changed over the years!

In addition to that I'd like to propose turning this UPCOMING weekend into a three day weekend, in the name of love and all that. And by love I do of course mean everyone getting shit-wasted and releasing a year's worth of pent up sexual frustrations on whatever poor human/alien/goat they've got their sights set on. Brilliant, wouldn't you say? Thank you, I agree. Motion passed! God I miss being king.

AND FINALLY: Karkat you know you can't hide forever, we've still got much to discuss.

for the LAST time, if you ask me if you can be in the next round of "hot or not," I will purposefully pick the super ugliest pic of you for everyone to laugh at. True story.

[ Clint opts out of the visual form of communication to conceal the fact he's in some discomfort, but considering that he's currently suffering from several broken ribs, cuts and bruises that look questionably brutal, and the potential to have internal damage - well, he's not sitting around complaining about it when he knows there are people out there in need of help. Besides, he's no stranger to soldiering on through pain, and this is hardly the worst he's felt. ]

Figured I'd slept funny, but it turns out it's not just me.

[ His dry humour isn't always perceived that well in person and neither his the light sarcasm that comes out as a defense mechanism, so why he thinks it'll work any better via text is beyond him. But, still, he's leading somewhere important with it. ]

Anyone need help?

Hiccup is in charge of the shop. No one is to disturb me.

The following items are still missing from my shop, presumed stolen during a previous incident.

Four poster bed, king
Six (6) Antique Gortham Versailles Sterling Gumbo spoon set
Philco PT-44 All American Five radio set
Three (3) Braeburn apples
Drill press
Kazak rug, hand knotted, wool (12x15)
Satchel, yellow, with mouth
Bath salts, blue
A porceline figure of a Regency era couple dancing (damaged)
Bronze dodecahedra
Shovel
Leg warmers, pair, gray
Boomed box and stereo set
Fourteen (14) packs of white chalk
Hyperdermic needles, eight (8) boxes
La Madrastra; The Complete Series (Blu-Ray)
Cement stone
Hymenophyllaceae fern

If you have any information about my missing personal effects, please do not contact the local police department. Although local law enforcement has been informed of the robbery, we are more than happy to deal with helpful community members directly.

You're kidding me. [There's almost a laugh because really, this is ridiculous. And then there's silence, because he's plucking the com piece from his ear and shoving it into his pocket.] Best equipment SHIELD can make and it stops working...

[And now he's talking normally.]The best story anyone can tell me is that I'm fictional. Really? Because I find that really hard to believe, and I've seen a lot of things.

I don't know what kind of joke this is - and if it is a joke, and if it's FitzSimmons or Skye, someone's going to pay, I swear - [There's a sigh.]

I need someone to fill me in on what's really going on.

Ran Mao and I can't be here. We're supposed to be at work.

Who: Jack and YOU
What: Trying to have fun and cause trouble
When: Backdated January 9th
Where: Around New Moore
Warnings: Just mischief

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[The video turns on with a girl with longer blue hair looking confused at her device. Her fingers appear to be hovering over one button then another before tapping on the screen.]

It's not a camera...or maybe it is. Kindda looks like something Master Eraqus would use...but he's not here. And Terra's not here either...

[There's a sigh as she carefully puts the thing down to start looking around. That small little device certainly won't help her.]

Hellloo! Terra! Master Eraqus!

...Anyone here?