Sep. 5th, 2013 11:20 am
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So... We all made it back in one piece, or something close to it, right? From— what was the name, Asthonia?

[ It sounds like "Estonia" with a lisp. There is also the accompaniment of music of the "it was cool in the 80's, and that was the only time I felt good about my life" hard rock variety, trademark of the "macho" business radio selection.

Obviously not her doing.

Asthenoa? Something like that, anyway; if you were there, you should know what I mean.

But then, I suppose, a head count after the fact isn't very useful, if we don't know who exactly disappeared in the first place.

[ Sigh. Audible, audible sigh, followed by wailing guitar solo. ]

Couldn't it have happened an hour later, though? Or earlier? It's selfish of me, I'm sure, but it would have saved me a lot of trouble in either case. I'd even gladly go through that whole "adventure" another two times over, if it meant avoiding this bureaucratic nonsense.

I suppose the lesson is, never get exPorted, or abducted, while driving a car, but that's not something you can predict, is it?


Jul. 11th, 2013 10:15 pm
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Hey. I'm back in the City again. I'm sorry if I worried any of you.

So are the earwings just me, or did other people get them after coming back too?


Jun. 6th, 2013 01:01 am
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Light, Flame, Wind, Darkness, Water, or Earth.

Choose one, please. None have moral alignment—that is, light doesn't mean "good," and darkness doesn't mean "evil," or vice versa. Or for any of the rest.

I know some of you might still remember this, if you've been here a long time. But there's a lot of different faces now, who weren't there then, and I'm curious. You can answer again if you want to, even if your answer hasn't changed.

[ There's a bit of a pause in the audio broadcast, which is thankfully not interrupted by cats. ]

Unrelated to that, I've been meaning to ask... something else for a while. So... if it applies, you can answer this, too.

How many times have you died?
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[ welcome to yet another disappointing voice post from local resident teenage pirate princess (except not). it's like she's getting her B.A. in Apathy.]

This is a little late, but I'd promised the honors to someone else, last time. Guess she's gone this time around. I doubt she'd be too broken-hearted about it. But, I suppose that moment's passed, and it wasn't all that important.


I don't mean to imitate a broken record or anything like that, but... we're all aware that this kidnapping thing isn't going to stop any time soon, right? If it's not the voice of the Porter sending us somewhere incredibly stupid, it'll be Vulcanus stealing us away in the night. And if it's not them, then it'll be someone renting a warehouse somewhere, and if it's not deliberate like that, then I'm sure someone will wind up with powers they can't control and some of us will wind up trapped on a cruise ship in the South Pacific for a month and a half.

In that case, I'm making a proposal. While it's true, I believe, that we can't predict when it will happen next, but since we know they're coming, we can at least prepare for that, can't we? Different situations require different preparation, of course, but surely we should be able to come up with something, right? Like, a scheduled contact system, or something like that. So those of us still here will notice if thirty people disappear overnight. Or, make sure we all carry around some emergency supplies, for the times when where we're sent, instead of taken. Because... Who's to say the next place will have spare clothing, for those of us who weren't lucky with timing? Or food? Or if the inhabitants of that next place won't try to kill us on sight?

I don't know about any of you, but since we got back, I've been sleeping with my shoes on.


Dec. 16th, 2012 10:50 pm
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Well, everything seems to still be standing. Good work on not being any worse off than the usual, everyone.

[ Hey, there's a familiar bored-sounding female voice! Or maybe she's just tired? Regardless, the implicit insult is practically lost under the lack of emotive variance in her tone. Let's just blame the jetlag. ]

But then again, it's this season. Winter never goes well.

Just tell me that nobody's going to be honestly stupid enough to throw an imPort Christmas party this year.
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Testing, testing.
Can anybody see this?
(I'm not getting Ke$ha this time, so it's worth a shot.)

Answers from Earth appreciated.


Jul. 2nd, 2012 07:20 am
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You know, when it comes to kidnappings, we really suck. Group kidnappings, especially, from what I can tell; I'm still trying to catch up on everything I've missed, but it seems like more than a handful of people were involved.

It's too much to hope for, isn't it, that anyone has a count or a list of who all went missing? Or how, or why? If nothing else, we really need a better way of dealing with ... everything, actually. After all, it's not like anyone else is looking out for us.
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To whoever moved all my furniture: what was the point of that, exactly? Did you sneak into many other houses to practice feng shui, or just mine? I'm not even upset; it's hard to feel anything more than bewildered about it. Thanks for not taking anything, I suppose, but I really would like to know why.

And... while I'm not sure if it is one of you responsible, I'd definitely prefer that to the alternative.

[there's an edge to her voice that definitely wasn't there in her last post, but it's as hard to read as ever. stress, perhaps? but she pauses, resuming with a bit more of an affected boredom than her usual fare.]

... Unrelated, but this has been on my mind a lot recently. Whether here or back home, who hasn't been responsible for someone dying? Between hasn't or has, I feel this will be the shorter list.

I hope you'll answer honestly.

[locked to Tony Stark]

I'd like some of your time, if you can spare it.
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It seems I've hit a roadblock in my quest to get everything out of the away. [there's Ruka, voice her usual calm, with some milling background noise of other people talking about other things some distance away. at least one of those conversations is about someone's son's wedding in June of last year and oh wasn't the service marvelous?] At my "age," [can you hear those air quotes?] getting a driver's license requires a ton of "road practice" with legal guardians and parents and other adults.

I seem to be out of most of those.

[a pause. surprisingly -- or perhaps not at all -- her voice doesn't waver on that note. she continues on, entirely unaffected by her own words.]

So if anyone wants to ride shotgun while I avoid hitting bicycle couriers so I can get my hours up, I'd really appreciate it. Sorry. All I seem to do is ask for favors, these days.

Which reminds me: you won. Fair and square, I hope.
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A lot of you are from this country, right? That is, on your home world version of Earth. Even though I've been in this world for a few years, now, I haven't seen much of the US at all. Are the other states and big cities here like the ones you remember? What are they like? I...

Mmm, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to say why I'm asking, would it? I'm trying to narrow down where I want to go, but it's pretty tough when they do such a good job painting every campus like it's a marvel of the modern world. So... anything you might know would be a great help.

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And that makes three.

[There's a little bit of noise in the background; indoors, with quiet music in the background, upbeat and sort of jazzy. Beneath that, outside walls and windows, is that of regular city traffic, irregular cars at middling speeds, a dog barking. A straw pushes through liquid and ice in a tall glass.]

It's funny. It used to be that nobody was meant to anywhere alone. Always travel in pairs at the minimum, we were told, and try to have a roommate or two to come home to. Just in case, you know? We couldn't trust anyone from this world. We only had one another, and even then you weren't really supposed to give out your real name unless you trusted that person. Everyone had code-names. Even those who never wore masks.

Look how different it is now. Everyone's names crop up first, before you even have to bother saying "hello," and the chatter, it's all how we're not safe unless we're alone. It's funny. Don't you think? Though, I guess there's not many of you left. Who would know what it was like back then, I mean. We could make things up at this point, and it'd be as believable as what really happened. Next year, or another three from now, how many of you will still be here?

[The straw crunches through ice, liquid sloshing around, unconsumed.]

Oh. Either he's skipped town without saying anything to me, or Sirius Black has been Ported out.
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In the next week or so, schools around here are going to let off for winter holidays. At least, I think that's how the schedule goes. They won't resume until after the new year starts.

But I figured, it'd be better to get things lined up sooner, rather than later. I don't want to wait for spring to come and go and be in this same position.

[her words are occasionally interspersed with intermitant dull thuds, of something small bouncing off a hard surface. for someone familiar with the pattern and acoustics of it, it's very clearly a tennis ball being bounced off a wall, then caught, then thrown again. her tone is level, but there's a fatigue to it, a lack of energy. almost apathetic.]

Whims of the Porter being what they are, there's a good probability I'll need a new homeschool teacher or two. Would anyone be interested? It'd be a paid position, of course, and I'm told I'm a good student.

Back in my hometown, I did all my schooling online, but schools like that in this world seem really sketchy, and I'm not sure I'd be able to get into a real university based on what I picked up from Wikipedia. [thud-catch-toss.] I tried public school here, which was as awful as people said it'd be, and I really don't want to go back to that. I'm not particularly interested in Xavier's Institute, either.


Thanks. That's pretty much all, I guess.
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[filtered from: Gamzee, the Joker, the Major, Kiryu, Bellatrix, and Osborn.]

I suppose--

[It's audio. Or, well, it's video, but the screen is black. The voice is familiar for anyone who knows it, since hey yeah it's Ruka, using her own communicator. Her voice is a little rough, though, like she's just getting over a throat illness. There's no other background noise except motion of fabric.]

--I might as well get this over with.

[Some light emerges into the frame, coloring black to red -- her glove, her hand pulling away -- and then ceiling. The camera shakes, the communicator jostling with motion, before Ruka herself comes into view. She looks pretty different than normal! The most obvious thing, of course, is that her stupid teal-green hair is down, hanging in her face and over her ears and shoulders. No rabbit-ear pigtails today. She's in a loose-looking purple turtleneck, which it really is not cold enough to warrant, and behind her is a couple propped pillows and the wall. A keen eye or a higher resolution may pick out some bruises or negligible cuts on her face, but this is cell phone video, the quality is not going to be that amazing. Oh, and there's a square white bandage completely covering her left eye.]

Hey. [She tries to smile, but it doesn't really work. Gaze averts from the camera, her head tilts down; all that loose hair obscures most of her face, but her voice is clear enough.] I, uh. Figured I should probably be the one to talk about this, and get it out of the way. So I won't have to, over and over again, when it comes up.

I was... I got jumped last week. And before you ask, I'm fine now. I'm home, I'm safe, and you don't need to worry about me. It wouldn't change anything, anyway. But it was pretty bad. I can't really lie about that. I'm not gonna... give you guys a turn-by-turn recount or anything-- [Her voice gets unsteady at this, but Ruka shakes her head, scrubbing one hand into her hair.] --and I'm not trying to--

[Breathe, Ruka. She stops speaking for a moment; inhale, exhale, slow and steady three times over, and she pushes that hair back, tucking it behind her ear. Her mouth twitches, as though she were going to try to smile it off again.]

Anyway. I just. Needed to say something. I mean, I didn't want a week or a month to go by, and explain it to everyone individually, and someone still make a huge deal and ask 'when did she lose an--'

[Pause. Her mouth presses shut, and she looks down again. Her visible hand moves from her hair and touches the edge of the white bandage.]

... Eye.

[Another pause. An exhale, her expression relaxing.]

That's all.

[And with another one of those tick-gear smiles, her hand covers the camera and the broadcast ends.]


Aug. 30th, 2011 10:02 pm
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Earth, Darkness, Flame, Light, Water, or Wind.

Pick one, please.

Oh, and there's no moral alignment on any of them, so picking "light" doesn't mean "good," and "darkness" doesn't mean "evil," or "bad."


Aug. 7th, 2011 05:42 pm
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Rua's gone. Back home, I mean, to Neo Domino. Or wherever we've moved then. England, I'm pretty sure.

... So's, uhm. Remus Lupin. He was ported out, too.

[Video: her expression is calm, and her voice is steady, numb, like when you already figured the kitchen pipes were going to burst and now the floor is flooded.]

Sandust'll be closed for the next couple days. At least I think so, since he's gone. I don't know if he arranged for someone specific to take care of that.

And Kaiba. I'm going to take the week off. Or two. I don't think I'd be very productive.

That's... I think that's all.


Jul. 20th, 2011 11:12 am
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[Hey it's that kid who only ever posts every other month, and is usually having some crisis or breakdown. NOT TODAY, APPARENTLY? It's a fucking miracle. Or else something happened and she is just going to be oblique about it, like the classy teenage girl she is.]


[Also this is audio.]

Hypothetical question, about something that probably won't ever happen as blatantly as this. You can just skip the rest of this, if you hate these sorts of things. It's not terribly important.

Let's say, ten minutes from now, the voice of the Porter will come on the Network. Probably with her electrocution thing, to get our attention, and so we know it's for real. She says whoever wants to go home can go.

Sure, you can have some time to say goodbye, but this is going to be your only chance--for the sake of argument, she's only giving us a day to decide. And, after the window closes, nobody else would ever get Ported in, and nobody else would get Ported out. If you leave, or if you stay, it's for good. If you stay here, you'll never see anyone from your home world that isn't already here. If you go back, you won't be able to see anyone who stays here, or who went home to different worlds, either. Oh, and if you leave, you'll actually remember having lived here this time.

What would you do, if you knew today was your last day here? Or, how would you feel, turning down your last chance to leave this place?

Mm, [you can practically hear the shrugging,] just curious.


May. 12th, 2011 06:37 pm
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[locked from: remus, bruno, seto, franziska, kiryu, csezlaw, eridan, and yusuke. this is the weirdest lock ever; all replies voice unless stated differently.]

I can't do this anymore.

[Hello, City. This is Ruka. This is Ruka having an emotional breakdown.]

I'm sick of being the oldest person on my block. I'm sick of recognizing people who don't know who I am. I'm sick of having to explain, over, and over, and over again, how the people I care about most got here, and lie to them, and tell them they'll get to go home really soon when I know they won't. I have to introduce myself to my closest friends. My boss is younger than me. My dad is younger than me. Do you get what that's like, really? I mean, I can't even tell him who I am. Everyone's so freaked out and scared, and I'm stuck trying to be the strong and responsible one, and I can't tell him that we're family. I c-can't--

[A hiccup for a pause.]

I've already lost my family. Most of my friends are gone. I, I keep trying to be optimistic, but I can't do this anymore. I haven't seen my brother in seven months, Papa won't care about me, even if he comes back, even if he remembers who I am. Everyone else is gone, and now the only people I have left are just dumb kids and my dad has a crush on me.

It's, I can't do this anymore. I'd rather have bears and lions fighting in my living room, or Godzilla yelling at everyone, or lose my powers, or monsters fighting in the streets. I'd rather go back to when we had to worry about Iron Man spying on us, or going to war, because at least then we were all together, and I...

I give up.
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Well, that was... something, I suppose.


I've been thinking, and I'll try to keep it shorter, this time. This whole thing -- all of us being brought here, being called "Heroes" whether we are or not, having abilities given to us, or taken away -- all of that. It's been going on now for almost two and a half years now, and we still haven't figured out how to truly reverse it. To leave if and when we want to, or to stay if we don't. But not all of us have been trapped here from the moment we first arrived, without interruption. Some people leave for a day, or a month, or a year -- and it's anybody's guess, how much time will pass for them when they go.

So, I guess I want to do a head count, if you're willing. When did you first arrive here? Have you ever gone back to where you were before? How many times? How long have you been in each place? And, for some of you, do you know if there were "other yous" here before?

I'll start. My name is Ruka, and I first arrived here in February of two-thousand nine. I was ported out only once, for a few weeks last spring, though I think only a day or so passed for me back in my own world. As far as I know, I'm the only "me" that's been here. Nobody recognized me when I first arrived, anyway.

What about you?


Feb. 9th, 2011 04:32 pm
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[Hey, it's the ninth of February, which means it's time for the anniversary post from Ruka! Plus with Remus' announcement that morning, it was only a matter of time. It's an audio post, and her voice sounds pretty level, actually. Not really happy or sad or upset, or emotionally swayed any particular direction. All things considered, that is probably Not A Good Sign.]

How do you identify a person? Or rather, what makes a person that person, and not someone else? Is it just their name? The way they look, or their parents, or is it their personality, do you think? Their strengths, or what they know -- is it what they remember? We see people like this all the time here, really. One day a person will show up that people know -- Jack, let's say. Jack is someone from a world and a time a few other people are from; people recognize him, and he's very much like the Jack they remember.

Then Jack leaves.

Maybe a day goes by, maybe a year, it doesn't really matter, but one day Jack comes back. Only, it's not the Jack that was here before--he doesn't remember ever arriving in this City. But that's normal, and it happens all the time, so people just shrug it off and try to start over. This second Jack hasn't ever been to the City, but let's say there's something else different. Maybe he's older than the first Jack; five, ten, twenty years older. They wouldn't really be the same 'Jack,' would they? Or maybe this Jack is the same age as the first, but maybe the Jack we knew was a race car driver and has been for years, but this Jack never managed to, and is a banker instead. Or maybe the Jack we knew was married, or had kids, but if you mentioned them by name to this Jack, he wouldn't know who they were. Maybe the new Jack has amnesia, and started a whole new life, and doesn't even go by 'Jack' anymore. Maybe there never was a first 'Jack' that matched anyone's memory, and the first one who arrived here already had those differences to the Jack that people remembered.

It's a little hard to put into words. When you meet a version of someone you know, but they don't match what you remember, when do you decide they must be a different "version" of a person? How do you figure out where the boundaries are, between different "universes" or different "timelines"? Who gets to make that decision? If Jack arrived and there was no one from his home here, and then a new Jack came with some differences like that, who could say whether or not he was from a different "universe" than the first?

Once you figure that out...

[There's finally a pause here.]

When do we become the dopplegangers, do you suppose?
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You have to hear this.

[Attached is about five minutes of video. The sky is dark from wherever this is being broadcast, well past sunset, but the area is well-lit. Some distance away can be seen the freckled lights of illuminated windows in high-rise buildings, duplicated in the closer horizon in reflection. Closer, a myriad of lighted boats drift on calm Nile waters. While some boats seem to be ordinary, others have been put through some quick beautification and cosmetic changes, white lights exchanged for colored bulbs. It looks like a haphazard attempt at a festival, or a boat show of some kind. The picture shakes occasionally, our correspondent being bumped this way or that in the crowd--for in the background can be heard the low rumble of scores, perhaps hundreds of nearby people, yet the crowd's kept surprisingly quiet.]

[Or perhaps it's being drowned out.]

[What Ruka thinks the network has to "hear" is very obvious from the moment the broadcast starts: music. There are no instruments or familiar rhythms, but the loud swell of notes is unmistakable. It almost sounds like a capella, but the style is very different than what many would be used to, and not something a human choir could produce. It's loud, overwhelmingly loud, but the tones are low, soft baritone, like millions of voices singing quietly together to reach such volume. There are distinct sounds, but for the most part no human words. Just singing, low, drawn out notes, plaintive and reaching out; if actions can be represented through sound, it's a song of shaking outstretched arms, of the cold space left open and a warm embrace. It's uplifting and sorrowful both, overwhelming in emotion and breadth.]

[It continues on. New lit boats push into frame, and the lights ripple on the water.]

It's only been going on for an hour or so, I heard, now. It's getting late, but I think I'm going to stay here for a little while longer, if I can.


Nov. 24th, 2010 11:36 am
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[From comm ID Pigtails]

[Private to: Remus] )

[Private to: Nico] )

[Totally Public, totally voice; please enjoy your teen girl deadpan sarcasm]

Dr. Crane? You should really invest in a lens cap. Duct tape over the camera can work, too, if that's too much trouble for you. I'll even mail you a roll, with a guide on how to use it. I'll use very simple pictures.

That, or stop pretending these sorts of things aren't intentional.

[... yes I'm still on hiatus. i won't be back ~for realsies~ till sunday. shut up.
*hangs out at starbucks forever...*]


Oct. 9th, 2010 06:48 pm
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[audio; filtered from the Major even if he is ported out right now, Schrodinger, Crane, Kaiba, and Kiryu for the hell of it]

Dear City,
What's the proper way to dispose of Nazi Robots?
Sincerely, Ruka.


Oct. 7th, 2010 03:54 pm
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[audio; there's not much in the way of background noise, and when she speaks, her voice is level and pretty calm. Depressed, but calm.]

Rua's gone. And unless Metabee's just being a jerk that won't call me back, he's gone too.

When it rains, huh?

I mean, I know I shouldn't be upset. I'm not, really. They'll both be back really soon. Metabee gets yanked around by the Porter all the time. And my brother's been here for more than a year without it happening to him, so it was only a matter of time, before he got sent home and brought back. They'll be back. I'm sure of it. [She does not sound sure.]

Anyway, I thought I should mention it.

[a pause.]

... No, I guess that's all.


Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:05 pm
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I wanted to say something about everything that's going on, but there's not much left to say, is there? And definitely nothing I can do to help, so that's out, too. But, even for as bad as things are right now, with so many people acting crazy and doing things they normally wouldn't, and in losing the people we care about... even with all that, things will get better. They always do, right? After all, nothing in this world is really permanent, for any of us. Some people go, some come back, some cheat death...

[A pause]


What I wanted to ask was, I'd like to hear stories of yours, everyone. It's only a few weeks shy of being two years, since the Porter started bringing people to this world, and new people still get brought in every few weeks. Even though a lot of people leave us and don't return... I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I want to hear about the friends you've made, since you came here. People you wouldn't have had the chance to know, in your own world. But you can talk about them, if you want.

It doesn't have to be something happy either, if they're someone who isn't with us anymore. I just want to hear your stories, is all.

[Private to: Yuusei Fudou]
You felt it too, didn't you? When Miss Aki left.

[Private to: Miles Edgeworth]
I need to talk to you.
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For everyone going to the HIVE, good luck, and be careful, alright? It...

It seems like, the people who have gone to the HIVE, they're... [a steadying breath.]

Most of the people brought by the Porter who were killed in the HIVE last time, didn't come back. Or when they did, they didn't remember this world at all. I don't know what it's like over there, but please, everyone, come back safe.


And... if anyone sees, or hears from Remus Lupin, could you let me know? He went on his own a few days ago, but he hasn't... hasn't had a chance to get in touch, I guess.

Thank you.


Apr. 15th, 2010 05:35 pm
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[Filtered FROM: Kel'thuzad, the Lich King, Jonathan Crane, the Joker, Kiryu Kyosuke, and Seto Kaiba.]
[Audio: A soft exhale, and after a quiet moment there follows the soft scratching of a pencil against paper, back-and-forth in the familiar rhythm of shading. When our poster speaks, the noise stops; during her pauses, this noise returns after a moment, occasionally overlapping. She speaks in English.]

It's a little strange. I know there are only a few people here, from the same "place," or "world," as Rua and me, and even then there's not very many from the same "time" as us. Things that are new for most of them, they're things that we've grown up used to, or that seem like they've always been around. Like, the Kaiba Corporation exists back home, too, but they don't just make cards and duel disks. They build cars, and motorcycles, and we use Solid Vision holograms in everything, like cell phones, and television, and computers, too. Billboards are all holograms, and the elevator in our building didn't have physical buttons to push, either. Most of that's because of Momentum energy, though, I think--

[A pause; more shading] Sorry. What I mean, is, it's a huge part of home, for me. I didn't really think about this that much back then. But now... it's a little over a year, since I first came here. In my own "world," we haven't even been born yet. So, it's a little strange, that we're so many years in the past, in another country, in another universe, really...

And, because Rua won that tournament, the Kaiba Corporation here wants us to "make" the cards we remember.

[The shading slows, and finally stops; the pencil comes to rest on the table.]

I know that we're all going to go home, someday. Back to those places and those people... or back to nothing, if that's what we left. But, being here, it's not forever, really.

I'm really glad I came here.

... It's looking like spring, now, too. I guess you were right.

[Private TO: Mew] I really want to thank you, for earlier this week! Do you think we could try again, tomorrow or something?

[Private TO: Seto Kaiba] There's something I need to know.


Mar. 17th, 2010 02:25 pm
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[Unknown user ID#]
[Audio: feminine voice, breathing loudly, with concentrated effort. Several false starts for speech—a consonant, a syllable—before a long, shaking inhalation, silence, and a slow release. Then,]

Where did I go?

[It's a child's voice, which may ping some recognition.]

It was... night, wasn't it? I fell, I think, I remember falling, then...

... and I woke up, here, I—

Did I die?

[Noises in the background: something solid clatters against the ground, a thump. Shaky breathing.]

[Video: some fumbling, strange angles, ceiling-window-child. A young girl, somewhere between ten and thirteen, sits on the floor. She's a mess. Her face is smeared with dirt, and there are small clumps of dirt and rocks caught in her pigtailed greenish hair. Her clothes haven't fared any better: aside from the dust and grime, there's more than a few tears in the fabric. Her breathing is a little more even now, but she's still having a hard time of it; she looks like she hasn't slept in weeks.]


I want to go home now.


Mar. 8th, 2010 09:33 am
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[Video, Japanese audio]

Ah, it works!

[Good morning! Today on your network feed you're getting a video of a very young girl. She's sitting on a bed surrounded by what is probably far too many stuffed animals, with one across her lap. She clasps her hands together, in what may be a familiar gesture to some. Oh, also, she has green hair and is using Ruka's communicator.]


I heard... that there were people worried about me, because I didn't wake up. I'm okay now. Thank you, Bakura-san!

But I don't know who you are, that were worried. I never had people worry about me before... but you must be nice.

I hope we can be friends!

[And the feed clicks off]

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Last summer, one of my friends did a survey of the archives. He said that almost six hundred people have been ported into this world. By now it has to be at least seven hundred, I think. More people are being brought here all the time, but people are always leaving, too. Back then, it was already more than three hundred people who have... gone.

Of them, only sixty came back. So, for every person who came back to this place, there were four people who didn't. That guy was one of the four.

But the people who come back aren't always the ones we remember. Sometimes they remember this place. Sometimes they don't. Sometimes they're exactly who you expect, so it's like they never went away at all, but... some, they're nothing like the people you remember, and it hurts, when those feelings don't mean anything. When it doesn't matter how much you...

... how much you try to keep those bonds. The tighter you hold onto them, the more you try to protect them, they break. Like promises. Or maybe I'm not protecting anything at all.

I keep posting useless things. I'm sorry.

Did anybody take him down?

[All replies are voice unless stated differently!]
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Fifteen days...

I hope this winter doesn't last very much longer. It's so gloomy, some nights feel like the sun won't come back up.

I don't really know what I'm trying to say.

[Private to: [Bad username or site: gamblers title=Yuugi @ livejournal.com], added on like five minutes later]

I know you don't know me that well, but, the person that just arrived from your time. Bakura. Can you tell me about him?



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