Dmitri Lang

We need to talk.

I hope you'll leave me the address of your drop box, because I have a bottle of tequila with your name on it.

Don't suppose you're looking for reporters?

Hello, Chicago!

How does the Rift creolize subcultures? Does a stable city with some vestige of infrastructure around the Rift or a destabilized city constantly reinventing itself demand greater civic engagement and reciprocity between wanderers and natives? How do colonies of exiles turn themselves into established communities?

These are some of the questions addressed in my new thesis, A Sociology of Difference: Riftcomer Culture in Chicago and Rome, coming soon from the Angel of Knowledge Board of the Sciences Press. Best read with a Long Island Iced Tea and chased with Ms. Maria Rebecchini's insightful article The Emerging Hermeneutics of the Roman Journal Network, soon to have a sister article focusing here on the Windy City. It's been a productive two months, full of research, abbaccchio, Mongai readings, and back-to-back tours on the Capitolini card. And I have this to say, on coming home sweet home:

I really can't leave this city alone for five minutes, can I?

There are about fifty of you I need to take out for drinks, stat. You bastards are lucky I get a stipend.

{{OOC: Yes, folken, Dmitri Lang has returned to Chicago. Duck and cover.}}

( Liveblog aggregate - is that a contradiction in terms? - from the Conrad Hotel. )

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So, um, I just realized that even odds say I've just dumped data in the Doctor's docket which will drive him into a mighty Time Lord Avoidant Phase, depending on his relationships with his previous lives, one of which apparently just tumbled through Our Pal Osscy the Giant Transuniversal Rift. So if you don't see him for a week or so, that's probably my fault.

Sorry.

So, you're gonna have to tell me why a You Version II just came through the Conrad Hotel rift with a penchant for short hair and leather jackets, 'cause I really want to know.

I mean I really want to know.

[LOCKED to Tosh, Des, the Doctor, Donna, Vincent, Babel, Ianto, Gwen, Sam, Juliet, Alex, Marshall, Bristow, Faraday, and a not insignificant number of NPCs]

RUMORS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED.

I am having a pizza party.

All of you are coming because I know where you all live.

{{date, time and location are written here}}

{{OOC: BACKDATED LIKE BURNING to, um, January 2nd or so.}}

I AM ALIVE

And I am *very* *loopy*, Chicago, for lo they have put me on the good drugs. and the antibiotics.

Someone tell me everything that happened in this city since the beginning of november.

{{OOC: In a hurried scrawl just before the midnight heralding the Tenth Plague}}

Well, Chicago, time to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Bon voyage!