So I've been here a monthish now and I guess I should find out who's hiring? I don't have a degree or anything but how much does that matter in an alternate universe? ...That's a serious question because I have noooo idea. I don't want to be a super mooch since my roommate is all working-girl which I think means it's time to get my Bettie Page on. Minus the bangs, those so weren't for me.

That said, I am looking for a new hairstyle to go with my paycheck. All suggestions are 100% ready-and-welcome to be taken into consideration.

[ there's a beat as she considers ending it there, but wait no there's more. ]

Does, um. Do any of you adult-types which I guess I'm now included in... that bracket. Do you guys go to school? College-shaped school? Here?

[ she tucks some hair behind her ear and nods. okay. she's done. ] Thanks.

Who: JULIE and BUFFY
What: Roommate getting to know type stuff.
When: Aprilish.
Where: their room!

( i wake up, my shoulder's cold, i've got to leave here )

[For those that are familiar with it, Eleven is very clearly in the TARDIS - there is a familiar whirring in the background, and he's running in and out of the screen, fiddling with all sorts of complicated-looking dials and controls. The room seems to be shaking, and there are occasionally bursts of sparks in the background as the TARDIS strains with something.]

Hello everyone! I'm trying to slow down the lava flow, but if anyone gets into trouble or is trapped by it, I can come pick you up in the TARDIS. I'm afraid she can't support a significant portion of the island's population, so it's better to just leave her to rescues, if the rest of you can find your way to someplace safe.

Also! If anyone needs gasmasks, fire extinguishers, or medical supplies, I have several to hand out! If there are other things people need that I haven't thought about, let me know - I can probably help with those too.

Good luck, everyone, and stay safe. Geronimo!!

[ 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. ]

[For a change, Sirius actually looks happy as he puts up a new post. This can be attributed to a single fact.]

I've been working on it with Kaylee for a long time and recently I actually managed to fix her up completely. Not quite the same I used to have, but close enough.

[With that he tilts the watch a bit and holds his arm out so a motorcycle he's currently sitting on comes into view.]

She already made it through some rides, so no worries there. Just one question and I'm sure at least one esteemed expert is watching my every move as always anyway and can answer: Are there any air traffic rules for this place?

[Actual pictures after the cut. This is forever how I can justify this PB choice.]

( Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Sirius Fucking Black! )

So of course when I bother to do this in person nothing actually happens. Been sitting here for hours. Of course nobody notices, that's the point, but it's the part where nobody understand tha gets to me.

It's about priorites. That's all it is,. So sometimes I get upset about things that don't bopther anybody else. And maybe I don't get as angry or heartbroken as everyone seems to think I should about other things. That doesn't mean I don't care. Didn't care. Whatever.

It really doesn'ty, Kate. I wasn't going to make a scene. We're driends. if that doesn't change the rest honestly doesn't botehr me thatr much. But I still acre. You know that I

Anyway. Honestly/ Everyhjing is going all right. Not well, not on plan, but everyone expecting me to be misrabl; and broken up or anythinh is going to be disappointed, because I've got it all

Well. Not under control. But I don't need control. When you're in the wayerf you never have contropl but that doesn't mean you can't float. Knowing hwo to surf is just the same.

I'm going to ghet up and walk over to Conmrda's now. If i'm going to look like an idiot is't better to do it where everybody knows tyour name.

[Maybe he should have warned someone working at Robbin' Baskins that he would be sleeping in their freezer, but he really doesn't think about these things.

He might have been...tempted to sneak some of the ice cream while he was in there.

He does this for as long as he can before he's interrupted. He doesn't just stick to that freezer (though it is certainly the tastiest). Waking up, he'll blearily rub his eyes before flying off to the next closest public building with a decent sized walk-in freezer to collapse in comfortably yet again. Sometimes he'll make a pile of snow to lie on, but not always. And each time, he's virtually motionless, as if he's been there for much longer.

So there's a random guy in your walk-in freezers who happens to be covered in a thin layer of frost that coats his entire body each time.]

[Video]

[Some time later, he decides to make a post about it. Just as a warning.]

If you see a guy in a blue sweatshirt with his eyes closed in your freezer, I'm just sleeping. If he's not wearing a blue sweatshirt, it's not me and you should probably be more concerned.

My old therapist retired at the end of last year, so I've had a new one for a while.

This one told me I've made a lot of improvements since we met.

Now I wanna prove him wrong. Without Shepard around to not torture us, I don't see what's stopping anything. Unless we really did lose our nerve like that guy said about us.

There's been some inquiries of late regarding hospitals and the local doctors and such. I understand that not many of you are exactly trusting of the doctors that run the hospital we're all shuffled through upon entry, so I just want to remind everyone that there is an alternative. We at Baker Street Surgery are confidental and discreet. Please be safe with your summer adventures and know that if you do get injured or sick that we can be trusted. Just note that if you require help outside of clinic hours, that there may be an additional fee.

Thank you,

Dr. John Watson, Baker Street Surgery

( text to Lin )

Aaargh, I can't take it anymore!!


HOW MANY ALIENS ARE THERE IN THIS PLACE?!

You don't have to tell me I don't want to know.

[ You know what loss of touch means for Buffy? It mostly means loss of hand-eye coordination because she can't really feel her hands very well and that means it legitimately took her forever to even try to make a post because Buffy not being able to get the touching thing down without being able to feel it + super powers = bad.

Which means her plans to try to figure out how to do something about this? Not so much with the working. ]

Is there a good carpenter around? I think I need a window fixed.

[ she taps the screen once points it around her, showing the street she's on before aiming it back at herself ]

Where am I?

Like really am? Really-really? I got the entire you're-fictional bit but I'm going to keep my skeptical mindset about that one for a while and skip questioning that and go right to what planet are we on? Where on what planet? You can't be too sure these days. And the year? -Is The Doctor here?

Does anyone know?

Is this thing even on?

[ clears his throat ] Hello. This is James T. Kirk of the U.S.S Enterprise. Apparently I have been kidnapped against my will to be subjected to an existential crisis. A really badly thought out one.

Kidnapping a Starfleet officer is a Federal offense. So the sooner I get back to my ship, the better it would be for everyone.

Any thoughts on how to do that?

So are there any "fictional" doctors here?

Just for reference, I'm not sick or anything but if anything happened I wouldn't wanna go to one of the natives.

[ The video opens to Conrad clutching his side, and wincing as his arm moves from the record button. It's a webcam post.

He's got a split lip, a black eye, and swollen jaw. He's lisping a little as he speaks. You watch his mouth a little more closely... Is his fang broken in half? ]

I'd like to apologize to Principal Dinkerton and all the kids for not showing up for my chaperoning duties. However, I have, um, encountered some difficulties moving around since Friday night, so, um. I couldn't make it. Too much, uh... working out at the gym.

[ This is obviously a lie. You can tell because Conrad Achenleck is a terrible liar. ]

I also wanted to ask everyone, though, um, has anyone seen Lau? Ran Mao says he has gone missing.

[ With that, Conrad reaches to hit the stop recording button, gasping as he moves his arm, and clutching his side tighter. The video ends.

OOC NOTE: Ran Mao also thinks Conrad kidnapped Lau, hence the shape Conrad is in at the moment. He'll be replying with videos, as he's pretty sure some of his fingers are broken... ]

There is a dog here.

We have the final list of releases.

America
Jake English
Ianto Jones
Prussia
Doc Scratch
Aranea Serket

In the absence of a reconstructed Visitor's Center, the staff has offices on the first floor of the hospital. If you have questions, requests, or complaints, I suggest that you submit them in writing there.