It ain't a joke, eh? I can really see it.

Spain...

So this is really it, huh?

Damn. I mean, if I was gonna choose a way to go, burning alive in a meteor crash is pretty awesome. I mean, it's way more cool than like.. falling down some stairs or some kind of stupid allergy or something.

Looks like we've still got some time, anyway.

Hey Tim. Still got your V-Card?

I hope everyone's excited for the new year!! I know I am!

I've got my grapes at the ready! This year I'll swallow them all, I know it! Anyone need any? I've got a bunch saved up this time!

We named the baby Ervin, after her father.


[ Private: Katniss, Johanna, Dante, Alois ]
Come visit the ship any time you'd like.

You know, I don't suppose I've felt this good in years.

A round of eggnog for everyone in this pub, on me!

All right, people, listen up - I'm only gonna say this once, and then I'm gonna start shooting. I'm Captain Malcolm Reynolds, and one of these here boats in the dock - Serenity - is mine, and ain't nobody gettin' on board without my say-so. Dong ma? Now, I am in no mood to tolerate sight-seers or stowaways or any other sort of tomfoolery. So if you got business with me, you send a wave first, and we can take it from there.



[[ooc: translation - dong ma? = "understand?"]]

Yeah, you!

What's the use of lying around and whinging, huh? Yeah, so your mates ditched you a second time. Yeah, it's horrible and depressing and all that rot. But you have to admit they were a bit off, so chalk it up to one of those incredibly fucked up situations that just happens here. It wasn't down to you so stop beating yourself up cos I know you LOVE doing that, but it's not about you, yeah? Mope about it, go off the deep end if you must, but then pick your robot self back up and move the fuck on. Cos let me tell you mate, if you're stuck thinking about all the terrible shit that's happened and the people who aren't here, you're going to miss out on a whole lot.

Cos this island's not all bad, is it? Of course it isn't. If it was all bad, we'd've all killed each other long ago. But we haven't! For some cocked up reason, a part of everyone actually likes it here! Yeah, we're trapped. Yeah, we get forcefed complete bullshit about our lives. Yeah, there's not nearly enough beautiful women to go around. But so what? Everyone's got something that'll keep 'em here, and don't even try to pretend you don't. Even if you hate every bloody person on the island, I'm sure there's at least one you'd stick around for.

And I know what you're going to ask. So why do people leave then? Fuck if I know. Frankly I don't think there's any rhyme or reason to why they go, because there's a-list people who left too soon and then there's miserable cocksuckers who should've gone long ago but are still here. So you can't let it get to you. Don't let the island get in your head and do shit to you. Say FUCK YOU! and turn it right back around. Mahatma Gandhi said that the best revenge is a life well-lived, and to be fair he was a celibate, wrinkly old fuck, but he was probably at least half right.

So everyone, but especially you, needs to chin up and get a little revenge. If you let this knock you down and ruin you, New Moore wins. But if you don't let it ruin you and turn you into a sad, boring shit, you win. And we all want to win, don't we? Isn't that what it's all about?

Who's with me?

...Didn't think this place could pull stuff like this.

Is it normal for, uh, certain people to just show up out of the blue?



...And in a way I never would've thought.

It's awful nice of the place to provide some welfare for the folk I'm still not sure they're not straight kidnapping, but this is makin me so frugal even Switzerland would think me a skinflint! Word of mouth seems to be the faster way to get news in this place, and I ain't found classifieds, so how about someone let me know anyone hirin?

I got a few hundred years of experience in just about anything, and great references! Not that they mean much if you ain't from my kinda Earth, but with the place bein like it is, I'm sure that ain't a big deal, huh? ❤

Why was everyone acting so strange for a while there? Made it very difficult to get around town.

I know it's been a while or whatever but



being me again is actually kinda lame

I have been spending quite a bit of time reflecting on the diversity of this island and wondering why exactly it is that some of the 'fictional characters' that are brought here over others. Why is it that we were brought here? I have noticed quite a few of you share history with others on the island, while some of us remain here, ah... more or less alone from our own realities.

Is it possible there is something linking us to each other, some common factor between us other than the proposed notion of our existence being that of storybook characters?

Or are we just plucked at random and dropped here to ponder the meaning of it fruitlessly while the friends, families and comrades we left behind us are left to their own devices.

It also begs the question, are we truly here at all? The last event has me wondering is this is not all just some form of elaborate mind game with which to confuse and distract us. Surely there must be some explanation as to how such a large switch of consciousness could occur. One does not just wake up in the body of another without reason.

so get this--

not ONLY am i a totally adorable girl with like, big glasses and cute long skirts and silly tshirts

BUT i can FLY

AND i have little puppy ears

AND IM PRETTY SURE MY DOG CAN TALK!!!!

IM NEVER GOING BACK

Whoever is pulling this elaborate prank, come out and give up so I can break your knees already! I’m not gonna fall for your shit, okay?! Waking up in a hospital is one thing, but being told lies that don't make sense is something else completely and it's not funny!

[The slight look of hysteria on his face says otherwise. He’s obviously already fallen for it, and worried about it. Still angry and trying to keep up the threatening façade, though.]

I just wanna go home, to my house, with my stupid brother and his stupid food! Wait, no, the food’s not stupid.

Shit, now I’m hungry!

Dammit, where do you people eat here?

I have to eat before I do anything too strenuous like fighting my way back home.

[Obviously food is an important goal; one has to be in their top strength before hypothetically clawing their way tooth and nail to freedom. Actually, who does he even go to to get home? Does this island even have an airport... This is essentially him freaking out and ranting uselessly.]

So I'm somewhere between thinkin this is my boss' weird and heavy-handed way of saying I should take a holiday and quit fussin over Parliament, and this being a really detailed dream, which I guess would be my subconscious' weird and heavy-handed way of sayin I should take a holiday.

But more importantly, who broke Spain!?

.......

Ah...!! I'm not sure.... which one I want!

I have been thinking long and hard about this, and the only conclusion I can come to is that the people who run this island want me, specifically, to bang my roommate. I dunno about the rest of you. I'm pretty sure this is about me.

Evidence:
Assigned as roommates when my ex-legal guardian was here anyway
Not bringing any of my friends, isolating me with him (and England)
Weird kissing thing
The volcano (bringing us together through mutual danger)
Santa (see above)
Cute animals taking our stuff (blankets stolen - need to share them??)
Grown up aging thing (demonstrate the long-term viability of relationship - stays a cute grown-up)
Weird midnight thing (gives an extra hour to the day (for kissing?), tires him out)
The dance (we could have gone together)

And now this!!

What I'm saying is there is an easy way to solve this. I bet if we did it the forcefield would lift. No arguments; this is science.