[Written messily, quickly, and before he smashes Travis' hand with a tire iron:]

I think I might have found it.

I need someone to check my research. Come to think of it--I never did have that meeting I talked about.

I'll have to think about this.

[Written, as always:]Would anyone here be interested in some sort of scientific forum from time to time? I know that I myself have some things I would like to share with the larger intellectual community of Paradisa, and I'm wagering that I'm not the only one ( Read more... )

[Gordon's in the lobby, fighting off a horde of zombies with his trusty ole shotgun. Lucky thing he keeps them all cleaned and full of ammo, because you never know when something like this is going to happen.

It does feel a lot like home, though, and he can't help it if there's a bit of a grin on his face.]

[ OOC: Open! Feel free to help out or ( Read more... )

[Dictated:]

I... I...

[Written:]

I suppose I should be glad I didn't take the job at Aperture Science, but I don't know that I am.

If anyone has found memories with the name "Weighted Companion Cube" on them? Please give them to me. I can be found at the shooting range, usually. I need some therapy after the ordeal of the past few days.

[A quiet, mild voice comes over the journal, sounding very confused.]

This is Dr. Gordon Freeman, I'm not... quite sure I know where I am although I'd like to know.

Apparently I'm not the only one, so if anyone else has seen something with my name on it, let me know? This is so strange...

[[ Gordon's memories to be found are located here.

I [pause in writing] appear to have gained a rocket.

Would anyone mind explaining to me why, exactly, I woke up next to said rocket and a cooler full of junk?

[[OOC: Loss over! Uhhh, that took entirely too long. My bad.]]

[So, remember that little robot that's been trekking across the castle, collecting up all your untended possessions? No? Well, he has, and he's gotten quite a few. The ghosts have helped too. And when aaaaaall that trash started to pile up, he decided to make it into cubes. Those cubes are what you can see stacking up outside the castle... except ( Read more... )

[There is a little orange robot roaming your halls, Paradisa. It looks a little lost, in fact. Wasn't it just back on Earth, completing its task? How did it get here?

Frankly, those are too many queries for its little processor to handle, so instead--it will continue its directive here. Gird your possessions, Para!]

[Gordon's been hiding in the library for the past few days, reading up on physics from his and other worlds, and doing his best to avoid anyone with peculiar wishes. He feels bad for the people that made them, not knowing that they wouldn't get exactly what they wished for, but, that's life. That's what he's always liked about science; if you do it ( Read more... )

[Now that Gordon's worked past everything that happened to him in the world change--namely, that the castle can take away everything from him at a moment's notice, and no one can do a damn thing about it--he's a little more coherent than his last entry. It's written neatly, in perfect print handwriting:]Well, that was an interesting turn of events ( Read more... )