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[helpline]

[ The first thing you see....is pumpkins. So many pumpkins. This house is full of pumpkins in various stages of being carved. Those who know Hazel can easily recognize this scene of mass chaos as Residence #11. However, the chalk scribbles on the wall are decidedly not hers. To start with, some of them are in a different language that looks kind of circly.

The personless scene lasts only for a moment before the Doctor scurries into frame, looking a mixture of confused and frowny. He's looking kind of magician, wearing a black coat over a black hoodie. Finally, he's holding an owl by the scruff of it's neck (can you do that with an owl? Who knows, the Doctor's doing so). Said owl is Owlfonso, the skateboarding owl that really doesn't want to be here right now and is desperately trying to peck the Doctor's fingers. ]

I want to clarify first that for once, none of this is my fault. [ except the chalk writing, which is obviously his, but that either a: goes without commenting on or b: the Doctor's forgotten it by now. also wow, that sure is a Scottish accent ] That being said- [ WHAM the camera gets a face full of owl ]

Is this normal? I mean, normal for owls. Is this how I can tell this dimension apart from my dimension? No eyepatches, no goatees, just owls that can suddenly skateboard? [ He backs poor Owlfonso away from the camera, as the Doctor's still got an expression that's pure 'what the hell is this shit' ] Well, skateboarding owls and a postponed perestroika. Spoilers, you're twenty years out of date.

[ pause, frown. The Doctor looks over at poor Owlfonso with a sort of resigned expression. ] The alternate dimension of owls and Communism. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

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[wonk]

everybody yeah

rock yo body yeah

everybody yeah

rock yo body right

backstreet's back ALRIGHT

its ya girl roxy im back from my home universe a bunch of reasonably cool shit went down

dave i remember meeting u back home

karkat i remember

overhearing u

back home

shit theres rly only five of us here isnt there

damn

anyway it was a good trip back though

OTHER QUESTIONS: ur making a startup app 1. how do u get seed funding and 2. whats a good way 2 make sustainable money off it besides ads + charging to download bc i can use those in a pinch but theyre not super great yknow?

also if by any chance u are in regular internet contact w/ anybody not on this network vry soon i will replace skype w/ something infinitely better

um i think thats all for now

roxy out!

❮ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ❯

[justimprobable]

[The feed cuts on the second the communicator hits the floor, tilting over to capture a puff of white, warm air against a rosy stucco wall. It hangs there for a second, flitting and agitated, before it suddenly materializes back into the shape of two bare feet, connected to two equally bare ankles.

And the feet and ankles are connected to one very bare, very unhappy young woman, fortunately otherwise offscreen. There's a string of muffled curses and rustling fabric, as Clara hurries to collect the articles of clothing that dropped when she quite unexpectedly evaporated.]

Would it hurt to include a bloody instructional pamphlet?

[She kicks the camera over with her toe, making sure it's pointed away from her as she wriggles back into her dress. The jumper and stockings get balled up and left on a windowsill - it's too hot for them in Florida, and she doesn't fancy carrying extra clothes around all day.]

... Well, it looks like my shoes didn't want to come back. Anyone in Heropa carrying around a spare pare of trainers today?

[The camera jostles a bit as she finally picks back up the communicator. Her face is flushed from the heat and her collar is askew, but there's hard, fiery determination in her eyes.]

If you can hear me Doctor, this would be a fantastic time to make it up to me.

[Video] Loose Screws 11

[hands4healing]

[There's an image of the beach and a black and white Border collie running along it. And a young woman's voice comes on.]

It's been over a year since I arrived here in this world. I came with my two best friends. They've both gone home now.

[A pause as the dog runs up to her with a soggy, battered tennis ball in its mouth. The dog politely hands the icky ball over and it's thrown, sending the dog after the the ball with a bark. Convveniently, Zoey's given Winry a chance to take a breath.]

I'm no closer in finding a way home. I don't know anyone who is, whether they've ported out for good or come back time and again.

[Another pause as Zoey runs back with the ball again. Winry takes it from her and tosses it into the surf.]

Today is another day for everyone but for some special people back home, it meant something. It still does. It's a promise.

[Zoey returns a third time, sandy and wet and oh so happy and when Winry doesn't take the ball fast enough, she drops it and barks.]

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[orions_shadow]

Can anyone make something for me? Someone who can build things.

I want a new bed.

Like this. only without the drawers. Behind that more bed. Maybe a sliding window door to get into it.

Can anyone do that? I got money.

[Audio]

[heartofwar]

Uh, hey there. [Pretending this level of technology isn't new to him, like a pro.]

Can't say I enjoy jumping time like this and it looks like I need to catch up on some history again. Mind pointing me to the nearest library? Or if there are any experts on the subject, I'd like to hear from them. Recommendations if you got em.

Also looking for a Dr. Isaac Gilmore, if anyone knows him. It's very important.

One more thing: if any of you have heard an organization called Black Ghost, I'm gonna need all you've got. They could be tied directly to this war.