[So Bloodsnap is getting used to living with the initiative and its bullshit, and she can't say its too much of a step back from what she was dealing with on Azeroth. Some things could have gone differently, but all and all, she doesn't seem too put off by her experiences.

So she sits, having finally figured out how to work the network, and stares down at the camera. The device appears to be sitting in her lap, so the network gets a full view of her wringing her hands every now and then. Even though she sounds pretty chipper, there are some bags under her eyes -- lack of sleep perhaps? Stress? Who knows?]

Strictly speaking...would you lot say we're outnumbered around these parts?

[Her hands go still as she perches her chin on them. The world shaman's recent arrival has given her something to think about, in terms of raw power at their her disposal.]

Not that numbers are the end-all of war or anything.

[Derek doesn’t have any trouble figuring out how the netbook works. He’s never been particularly tech savvy, but its features where simple enough to figure out after a few minutes playing with it. He sets it to voice and begins speaking with a false calm tone, anger and irritation clearly at war despite his efforts to disguise it.]

I’ve gotten the whole welcoming spiel. I know what we’ve been brought here to do. What hasn’t been explained to me is why I should care. I have my own problems to deal with back home. I’m not looking to fight someone else’s battle.

[With that said, he sets the netbook down on the desk in front of him expectantly. He's only mildly curious to know how people will respond, but this is the best and fastest way to get the answers he seeks.]

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, or some such crap.

I'm a cop, I've been very upfront about that since day one. So, this is an issue near and dear to my heart.

As far as I can tell, there is no such thing as law enforcement here. In fact, I'm not even sure we have laws. The closest is the Initiative themselves and I wouldn't trust them with my daughters pet hamster, let alone fair law enforcement.

I know we have enough transports here that are not only experienced in their world's version of police work, but would probably be willing to do it here. That's not the question. We have the manpower. The question is should we and how? Logistics, it's always fucking logistics isn't it?

First off, if we form our own police, where do we put the criminals?

Secondly, what do we enforce? Are there laws here? Hell if I know.

Thirdly, will the Initiative even allow it?

I don't know about everyone else, but I'm tired of living in the fucking Wild Wild West only worse because at least the West had people that tried. As crap as it often was. So talk, yell at me, something, but at least start thinking about it. Because if we're here for the long haul, at least we can make things bearable here right?

[Nick's looking much cleaner and neater than he had in his last entry, but he doesn't look to be in any better of a mood, and the bottle of scotch on the table next to him is half-empty]

How the fuck can there not be any casinos in this place? Or 'houses of ill-repute.' Given that we're supposed to be, like, a thousand years in the future, this place is pretty damn disappointing.

I have yet to see one flying care anywhere. There's also no robot butlers, no hot robot chicks, no weird-looking alien kids who like reese's pieces... there aren't even any 'damn, dirty apes.' And instead of living on some cool space station on Mars, we're stuck in Assholeshire, England, digging through post-apolocyptic rubble. There isn't even a god-damned McDonald's.

[He suddenly leans forward, his face taking up the entire screen.]

So if whoever's in charge happens to be watching this, I've got just one thing to say:

I want a fucking refund.