So yeah Ulysses was back in Fandom after like, what? Five, six years? And he had no fucking clue how he'd ended up here, and none of the increasingly frantic and yell-y texts he was trying to send to Los Angeles were delivering at all.

(Yes, the only reason he was even out of the apartment was because he'd been trying to chase a signal that never showed up.)

And now he was at the Perk, having a giant cup of coffee and something far too sugary - because caffeine and sugar were clearly what he needed on top of all that excessice vaping he'd been doing all morning - and drumming his fingers anxiously against the edge of the table while he scrolled through his phone.

Or tried to, anyway.

Because, you see, none of his feeds were updating at all. And somehow that felt liek the freakiest thing of all.

[ooc: So open!]