So now that the crisis has passed, everyone's all healed up, and had a chance to recover emotionally or whatever I think it's time we all lock in and discuss the most important thing facing us in the near future.

Lincoln Pride is this Saturday. Everyone is going, no excuses, no time quakes, no paperwork to do, no nothing. Anyone who bails can expect torment and ridicule from me until next year's Pride.

Because I am a generous soul and a top-tier agent, I'm even footing the bill for a couple of sprinter vans to drive us there and drive us back so people can drink. You're welcome.

Remember;

It's Pride, there will be no judgment. People can get as sloppy drunk and as slutty fun as they want.

They search bags at the entrance and have metal detector wands. No weapons.

It's Pride. Put some effort into your outfit. If you show up looking boring, then I and the other fun people will remove two items of your clothing and liberally apply body glitter and rainbow paint.

A crowd will likely form around me. This is normal. I can handle myself.

- Lance