Yo, Boss.

Not sayin' I got anything that needs to be stashed somewhere, but if I did, and since our previous secret HQ got torched and all— where you want me to stash it?

Oh no. Conrad's bar burned down.

What an unfortunate thing to happen as soon as the deed was in my name.

I'll have to find a new business opportunity.

Um. Just a public-service announcement. I've noticed a lack of recycling here with that recent heat wave and everything so if I can just ask you all to switch to reuseable water bottles instead of contributing to the world's pollution by using a ridiculous amount of plastic ones that would be greeeaaat. Thanks.

Also that volcano made like a huge dent in our great tree friends so maybe think about helping replant those instead of fixing your asbestos-filled roof first? Those roofs that really ought to be replaced completely to a newer and environmentally safe alternative can wait because it takes far longer for a tree to grow than to throw money at that. Maybe make the entire thing solar panels! Ohhhh. That would really help reduce our oil use. We should do that.

Let's just make roofs out of solar panels.

[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!!

Sooo...

I'm selling gas-masks, fire extinguishers, and bottled water.
Because I'm pretty sure you all kind of need those.

Also thneeds are flame-retardant. If you already got one, I'd recommend using it as a fire blanket. If you don't got one then... I have twenty on me.

What a day this has been!

Thanks to this "network" (and what a great idea! I've never seen such advanced technology), I've learned so much about this island prison. I'm especially relieved to hear that no one believes in this whole "fictional" ruse. I thank you all, kind strangers! Your well-documented observations have answered many of my questions about this "New Moore." I am Prince Hans of the Southern Isles; I can only hope you'll welcome me into the fold with the same enthusiasm.

Now, if someone can tell me who in town has the best sandwiches, I can sate my curiosity and my appetite.

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 )

[ When Vivi's voice breaks in over the audio feed, he sounds excitable, more energetic than he has in some time. ]

S-so last night, while I was sleeping, something... something amazing happened! I went somewhere! n-not like I went walking around... or maybe I did, it was hard to tell. But it was really neat! There was a big castle with big hallways and it was really pretty! I was scared at first but then, it... it felt okay. Really, it did! I saw a couple of little boys playing, but I didn't wanna disturb them or anything, so I just kept walking and-and I almost got lost a couple of times!

[ He pauses to catch his breath. ]

I thought maybe I'd left New Moore but... then I woke up and I was back in my bed. What happened?

I hate this place. Why does everyone keep leaving like this? It's not fair! Can't even keep one stupid vampire around this stupid place.

Didn't think I'd be this lonely. I've been alone before, so why is this different? It sucks. Big time.


( Ransom note left on The Once-ler's front door )

I think I may actually be starting to like coffee. It's strange. I never used to like it, and now I've gone through all of the left over beans from when Kate was here. But I don't actually know a thing about coffee.

Can anyone help me figure out... What makes a good coffee?


( [Text message to: The Once-ler] )

My life is terrible and a mess, so I'm giving a party tonight.

Alcohol, magic, drinking games enforced by magic, we'll party like it's Hogsmeade in 1976. Magic shop, soon as it's dark.

Be there or... Don't risk waking up a different colour than you're used to.


( And some private messages. )

[The face of one exhausted and stressed dispatcher looks out from the screen, a lovely set of bruises marking her cheeks and forehead, culminating in quite the shiner. Setting her glasses straight with hands shaking slightly in the way of someone running on more caffeine than sleep, Sheska leans forward earnestly.]

As I'm sure you're all keenly aware, something odd is happening again. Mysterious wounds and injuries have been turning up on people. These are not the results of someone sneaking into your home and attacking you in the night. On this wide a scale and with such a variety of injuries, this is most certainly the island's doing again.

Please, if you are injured, the place to call is the hospital, not the police station. Though I would be more than willing to call the ambulance for you, it will be faster if you call them yourself.

As a reminder, if someone has fallen or hit their head, it's best not to move them, but to let professionals check them beforehand. For cuts, don't cut off blood flow with a tourniquet, but put pressure on the wound and elevate it if you can. It's best to keep an injured person warm, so don't be afraid to drape a blanket over them. It may get your blanket bloodstained, but you can buy a blanket. You can't buy a life, okay?

Please be careful, everyone! Tempers are high and people are on edge right now.

( [Locked to Avengers, NMPD, and Red Robin//NMPD encryption] )

( [Private to Once-ler, Sirius, Koizumi, Mr. Bro Strider, Dave Strider] )

So there I was...

With nothing but a bag of flour, some sweet new shoes, and a highly over-inflated ego walking down the streets of Whoville after a particularly enlightening meeting with the town mayor that ended me possessing the deeds of half the town and a black eye from a little girl named Cindy.... For clarification, the black eye was for the mayor. I didn't get a black eye from a little girl. She could hardly reach my face. She's like what? 3'3? I've got three feet and an inch on that thing.

Anyway. So THERE I WAS when all of the sudden a group of leather clad thuggish hooligans of Boston variety -- which is weird because Whoville is in Switzerland -- come strolling on up to me like a pack of hungry wolves, if wolves carried bats with nails driven into them and were significantly less hairy. They wanted to beat me to a bloody pulp and raid my over-sized wallet of all it's contents, which is a thing that happens when you're so gosh darn rich that you just ooze it straight from your pours while being good-looking enough for all of their girlfriends to try and become Missus Stupidly Rich-ler. They start pounding their experienced pounding fists into their hands ready to press them into my freckled complexion until it bleeds all over the pavement.

At this moment, I'm a little scared because they happened to show up at the one point in my entire visit to that town where I wasn't with my security entourage. My entourage being my logically-challenged but reliable in a completely not-reliable-at-all way twin brothers, who usually play the part of bodyguards when they're not being utterly useless to anyone but my mother. They're nowhere to be seen, having been distracted by the impressive Christmas lights and the sultry woman in the short skirt putting them up about four blocks down.

One of them grabs me by the green Italian-silk tie and threatens me with a creative version of a vocabulary similar to that young fellow with the blood on his ceiling a couple of posts down, while one of his comrades presses a knife to my throat. But then, out of nowhere, a small polka-dotted big-wheel comes circling the corner and runs over the feet of the hooligans throwing them off balance. The rider then took off their glittery pony helmet and bashed it into the one holding my tie's ugly mug, making it even uglier. I hit the floor and the big-wheel rider proceeds to execute several martial arts moves on the men that then makes them run for the mountains never to be heard from again. Because they probably got eaten by Yetis.

Shocked and in awe, I get a good look at my rescuer and realize this is that three foot something Lou-Who kid I saw punch a mayor in the face earlier. This girl was the most violent and impressive child I have ever seen. I thank her and she responds by taking a small bill from my wallet and saying the compensation made us "even." Cindy takes the entire wallet and leaves me with the bill.

And that's the story of how I met and I hired the small child who once beat the crap out of the Grinch to be head of security for a trillion dollar company and why children should never be talked down to. They should be feared.