X-Force: X-Force Only Comm

So, here I am in slightly sunny, but mostly rainy Europe. Met up with Sarah all easy like, she says hi, by the way. I did get a chance to read a 'psychology for dummies' book on the plane over, figured I'd bone up on a little reference material so I can talk to Sofia without her rolling her eyes at me. (Marie-Ange, I'm lookin' at you, dude. I expect a much better quality of conditioning food next time, just so you know.)

North is fine, by the by. Seems to have gone into a decline over the storing of his clocks but I promised him we packed them well, with those little puffy peanut things and everything. I don't know if he believed me or not.

Anyway, he's got no idea what's going on with his checkins, since he's been making them like clockwork (See what I did there? Yeah, I'm hilarious, I know. I'll be here all week, don't forget to tip your waiter.)

So, totally figured I'd go check on the broadcast tower that links to North's shortwave station and it's totally deadski. Like, destroyed with extreme prejudice.

I'm headed back as we speak, North says he'll figure some other way of checking in, so that's all good.

In other weird and out there news, I totally saw the guy who lives in our building here at the airport. Who knew the guy even knew how to get out of the building?

I should be back in the good ol US of A by tonight. Doug, diamond of my eye, strawberry flavored salve to my slightly dirty and used soul, feed me when I get in?