Right. So I've got five extra sets of dice, a boxload of books and some spare time.

Anybody here ever play D&D and does anybody want to learn?

[Private to Amanda]

Come play. It'll be fun.

[What 21 appears to be holding is a jar. A jar with an angry little winged creature inside of it, presently making bitey spoon noises. He shakes it and it appears to glow a little brighter, and get more agitated.]

So I don't really see how keeping one of these in a jar is meant to protect me from death if I'm mortally wounded.

[21 is seen in a hospital bed in the infirmary.]

So much for taking charge and getting to the bottom of everything. Claim you're going to do something, and then suddenly a house collapses on you. Not the way I wanted to spend my Halloween, you guys.

Gotta say the dying part sucks ass, but the waking up part? Not so bad. Kinda like being hung over. I'd rather be sick and in pain than terrified of dying as it's happening. That's brutal.

And ...I'm sorry for being such a dick in my last entry. I guess.

But it looks like everything's back to normal. So what'd I miss?

Right so this is definitely NOT like the kinda events we got the last time I was here. In before anyone decides to slip in and say "Doi", but I gotta know -- has ANYTHING like this ever happened before? Is there anything familiar? There's a lotta talk about what it could be and even more about what it's not, but I've gotta count myself in with the people that want this shit sorted out. It's totally killing my geek buzz.

I decided to do a little recon after maybe the second or third time Billy Joel out there woke me up while he was wandering the halls. Don't suppose anyone's actually seen this guy? I'm assuming it's a guy just from the sound of the boots, not because whistling sounds particularly feminine or masculine. I know I've tried to run him down more than once, but he's given me the slip every time, and gotta say you guys: I never really got the feeling that I wanted to catch him.

The lights'd just go out and the whistling would stop and then suddenly it'd be moving away from me in the other direction. That shit's creepy. I could identify a few people from my own world who could pull stuff like that, but I'd kinda like to think I would KNOW if any guys from my neck of the woods had shown up.

Is there anyone heading up an official investigation of this stuff or is everyone just doing their own thing? Wardens, haven't you got something organized for stuff like this?

I shoulda known this place was taking a turn for the wrong kind of weird since the movie night. Nobody ever told me why that lady freaked out and left. It's not that scary. But there's been one thing after the other since. Then the Doctors were all freaking. And then this.

It's my first flood, and y'know -- I kinda expected something different. I'm not sure what but boobs definitely were not on my list.

[21 appears in his civvies on the screen and appears to be snacking on something. He finishes chewing and swallowing seconds after, though, realizing the equipment is already working.]

All right, we got some good discussion going last time, so let's go for another fantasy fight. At the risk of bouncing off a couple fourth walls here: Who would win in a fight? Adolf Hitler or Voldemort. No weapons, no lackeys, no magic.

Go!

Since a lot of us are killing time in our cabins so there's a little less 'killing us' going on: Who do you think would win in a fight to the death:

Christopher Lee or Sean Connery?

So I know I overreacted the night before. I was a little pissed off and everything, but then I guess dying probably kinda does that for some people. Anyway, does that floating disembodied voice guy always leave right in the middle of a conversation? What a douche.

Anyway -- thanks to everybody that tried to be helpful. But seeing as how this room is pretty much my room exactly (which is kind of creepy, by the way -- nobody but me should know some of the minute details), there's really not much settling in I have to do. And while I don't really think I'm up for all this "redemption" stuff, I haven't got much better to do while I'm here besides at least have a look, right?

So...sorry for freaking out at some of you. You'll see me around.

Call me 21.

( Private )

( Re-Application to Last Voyages )

Mods, ignore the rest of this for application purposes, his fourth wall permissions originally went in this post.

21 is an enormous pop culture nerd monster. So I'm making fourth wall permissions for him here for anyone that wants to plot anything in particular or who absolutely does NOT want to be fourth walled. He'll actually try hard not to do it, though!