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THE JUNGLE IS GONE!!!


...instead, I, uh, came into my room and found my bed turned over. Like, so that the mattress was on the floor and the legs are in the air.

Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but it's kind of a bit too heavy for me. Can somebody help me out? I'd like to sleep sometime tonight...

Oh no. Oh no.

I'm... I'm a city boy, guys....


Does anybody have any tips for, ah, jungle life?

...Zack, maybe?

So we talked about outlining some "policies" for our room, rules or something like that. So I guess this is as good a place as any to document them, right?

Go ahead and leave some ideas here and I'll keep a running list.

Right now we have:
1. Tell people ahead of time if there are going to be "steamy situations".

My only problem with that one is that sometimes there's not really a way to give advance notice... maybe we should come up with a back up plan. When I was in college, my roommate would hang a tie around the doorknob when he wanted me not to come in... so maybe something like that?

2. Each wardrobe and bedstand is off-limits to other roommates.

God, I'm not very good at this "legislating" thing.

For as long as I can remember I've been able to "feel" things. Other people's emotions carry a sort of charge in the air. I guess the best way to describe it would be like electricity. I think most people can feel emotion in the air to a certain extent... but if we think of people as lightbulbs, or something, then I think most people would only dimly light up to the emotional charge in the air -- they can sense it and place it, and it might even effect them, but it flickers, and the bulb needs to be replaced. For me, though, the charge is so intense and bright it's like a bulb just seconds before burning out -- too bright, blinding, almost breaking. It was always bad when my parents would argue -- they tried to hide it from me and Nathan, you know, hushed tones and stuff, but they never could. I would always feel it. I always feel everything.

( cut to save your flists a bit. )

I guess I just really want to apologize in advance if I act weird. Mood-swinging? I don't know. People's emotions affect me in a really weird way...

Just thought I'd get that out there.

[ooc: strike-thrus were typed, then deleted. XD]

I don't know how I feel about this whole "sharing a room" thing. I feel like we don't really have privacy here. I mean, I've never been a super private person, but when you have a brother who's running for Congress, you kind of learn to value your privacy. Especially when you have reporters at your door asking you why you're just getting home at 2 AM. And you can't even have girls over without feeling worried you're being watched walking inside.

Speaking of which...

( Locked to Rufus and Castiel )

I was thinking about starting up a garden outside, you know, vegetables and stuff, so we don't get caught with this whole food dilemma again. We'll have to find a way to get some seeds, but once I do that, would anybody like to help?

It's not all bad, right? I mean, I can finally take a shower again, and we can use all those crackers to feed the rabbits. Rabbits eat crackers, right? I don't know, mom and dad would have never let me have a pet as a kid.

I've... kind of been out the last few days. Guess I really need to get my act together and start meeting everybody else, right?

Uh, so let's start with introductions. My name is Peter Petrelli. I'm from New York City. I can guarantee that we don't have a ton of bunnies just roaming around there, but I guess I'll get used to it.

I hope everybody at home is okay.

( private, hackable )

Somebody please explain to me what's going on.

Okay, here's an idea I have. I'm not sure exactly where I am, but while I'm here, I want to figure out as much as I can.

My name is Peter. I just came here, wherever here is, and I'm in a room with two other people I've never seen before.

And what is this talking wristwatch...?

Does anybody know anything about this place? The last thing I remember is getting in a fight... I must have passed out.