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[The video feed is short and, well, upside down. Jet hasn't quite gotten the hang of this thing yet. His hair is disheveled, eyes still a little sleep-heavy, and his voice is a little rough.]

I don't like this.

[He fumbles with it for a second, turns it right-side up, and then the feed cuts.]

Actually, this is probably easier.

[There's a lot of clicking and movement while whoever it is that has the camera settles down. It seems to be set on something, because a girl backs away from it and brushes her hair from her face to peer at the lens, make sure she's in frame. Judging by the bookshelf behind her, she's in the library.]

Um ... hi? Hopefully you can see me, and if not, I guess you can probably hear me. My name is Natsumi. You don't know me, I guess, but I had something that I wanted to ask to anyone who might want to answer.

I think a lot of people aren't willing to believe that they've been dreaming all this time. I mean, maybe it's rude of me to read and watch things that weren't addressed to me, but ... it looks like a trend. And I don't disagree -- this is the sort of thing you see in movies, you know? It's pretty unbelievable.

What I'd like to know is if there's anyone else here who doesn't know what to believe. I'm not sure that I believe what's happening here, but it would be really hard to disprove that what I "dreamed about" for all that time wasn't a dream. That's all pretty unreal, too.

[She pulls her knees up to her chest.] You can ignore this. But if there's anyone who thinks the same way that I do, or knows anything ... and doesn't mind, I'd appreciate it if you and I could talk.

[The camera clicks on to see a large, golden-coloured eye taking up most of the lense.]

[The eye blinks a few times. Its owner seems to realise what she is doing wrong, and backs away to reveal a pale girl with dark hair staring at the camera intently.]

[She cocks her head to the side, and knocks on the side of the device with her hand.]

[The camera fades out for a few minutes, but rattling noises can still be heard as the girl tries to get used to the controls of the device.]

[Text appears.]

Hello.

[The blinker waits for a little bit, and eventually spits out the following.]

My name is Chane.

I have seen unbelievable things in my lifetime.

But I cannot believe any of this.

Who: Lavi & Zuko
Where: Cafeteria.
When: Mid-day..ish.
What: It's always a smart idea to have an ally in a place like this. Particularly for scheming.

( stand for nothing less )

Who: Xion, Axel, Roxas
Where: Cafeteria
When: Lunchtime!
What: Awkward. Derping. Probably woobing? It's time for a reunion! :D

( Guess who finally left her room? )

[Someone, someone isn’t good with technology, is too proud and too mistrustful to ask. Maybe you've seen him around, the sulky guy in the corner, or maybe you've heard him trying to demand answers from staff. Mr. Pleasant Face, all scar and scowl. Well, it's him again. His first time using this thing, though, and a little late on it.

He’s still frowning, looking diligently focused and faintly aggravated trying to make sense of the device – recording, specifically - she’d explained it too fast, explained it like he should know and he doesn’t. It’s been on for some time, a minute or two, before he realizes it: the symbol that meant recording, he remembered. Finally. The surprised look lasts a second before turning annoyed.]

This is ridiculous. Look around, you're all saying the same things. Is it really necessary?

[ Yep, he's complaining. More because no one is doing anything and he's itching to fix this. He pauses though, frowning, scowling, a long moment passing before he speaks up. ]

What I want to know is, does anyone remember any of this stuff? The stuff they're saying we'll remember or the stuff here, like this... thing. I've never seen anything like it in my life.

Who: Naruto & ANYONE :D
Where: Garden, and anywhere else they might migrate to.
When: Mid-day
What: Spelunking. ;D

( Down the rabbit hole )

Who: Fujiko and EVERYONE
Where: Library!
When: Noon-Afternoon
What: Looking for something to do. She's bored.

( Low profile is the key! )

Who: Fletcher, you!
Where: Gardens
When: Noon-ish?
What: Sad nine-year-old

( Read more... )

It's hard to believe that everything was just a dream. [Lelouch, Nunnally, Euphie.... Some of the most important people in his life -or what he thought was his life- and they're all supposed to be a dream? And everything he felt. So many important things that he went through and all to find out name of it was true? It's a lot more than hard to believe, but how can he argue against the doctors and nurses whose jobs to handle things like that. 

He's not all upset by the whole thing though. That also means his worst memories were dreams too. He didn't kill his father, he didn't kill Lelouch, and he didn't set off a bomb that killed millions of people. Those were all comforting thoughts that made the tiniest hint of a smile appear on his face.]

[When he speaks again his voice is stern, though not quite angry and he is using a softer, quieter tone. Dream or not his last memory is of killing Lelouch and that's got him a little shaken up.] It's almost comforting, though. There's a lot that shouldn't have happened in my dream.

So that entire thing was a dream? [A small, but weak chuckle is heard.]

Who woulda thought. It all felt too real that I guess-- [He cuts himself off for a brief moment before he sighed.]

I guess I just wanted it all ta be real.

Isn't this the best day ever?

[ The video feed clicks on. An obviously tired, pencil-thin young woman - eighteen at the oldest, probably younger - is fiddling with the device, trying every possible button at speeds far quicker than her obviously-exhausted-state should probably allow. Her green hair is let down, going well past her shoulders (but contained there with a small rubber band).

She notices the feed running. She raises a single eyebrow after three or four seconds - and after a few expertly placed clicks, the feed ends. ]

[ After a few moments, text appears on the screen. ]

Is anyone in this facility familiar with any of the following terms?

-The Holy Empire of Britannia
-Areas 1-18
-The Black Knights

Please respond as soon as possible.


Thank you.

A miss Lightning thought up an interesting and useful idea. Allow me to follow your example, miss, and ask my fellow patients:

What is your level of education?

Training? If so, formal or informal, and your approximate skill levels. What is your occupation?

Is there any way in particular that you stand out from your peers? Be it status, skill, or even appearance.


I'll start off. I am Damien Airy, male, and twenty-five years old. I was a student in university before I found myself here-- an art student looking to eventually become a professor.

Please be honest if you decide to answer; it does no one any good to have false information.

[ ooc: Ribbons' replies are all text, even if I forget to title them as such. ]

So it's all fake? [whether he's aware that the device is on or not is anybody's guess. but it's on. and he's talking. muttering, really.] ..Fake.

That can't be true. All of that-- that. All of it. Just a dream? ..Nothing was real. At all. [he's.. confused. wants it to be real, yet at the same time.. doesn't. because that would be a horrible reality to live in.

but reality is horrible, isn't it?]

...Che. Worst dream I'll ever have.

[ She sits on the edge of her bunk with calm poise, one booted leg folded over the other. ]

Since no one else has asked, I will.

Name.

Age.

Gender.

Previous location.

It's just a harmless game of introduction, you know the drill.

Don't lie. It defeats the purpose of the game and ruins the fun.

[ It's obvious from the look on her face that this 'game' is anything but.

If there's any fun to be had, it's probably not here.

Lightning had never been a good actor. ]

[...Something isn't quite right here. The last thing he remembers is her. Yelling. Fire. Anger.

Emptiness.

His face feels cold and when he reaches up to touch it he realizes that he'd...been crying. Upon further digging through those hazy memories, he remembers...so much more. How could that--?

But rather than ponder about it more, Axel's left to stare...stare...and stare more at the ceiling over head.]

...You've gotta be kidding me.

That was...too real.

[He'd been staring at the ceiling for a few hours now, motionless. He was thinking and thinking hard, unsure of exactly where he was and, furthermore, why he was here. Yes, he heard the announcement and knew of his location but he just wasn't too sure on why. He felt more empty then angry. He sits up, brushing his fingers through his hair, and reaches lazily over to the communicator which sits upon the table at his bedside. After a moment of observation, he moves a slender finger to turn the device on. There's a short pause before he finally speaks.]

I find this all hard to believe. Waking up? It doesn't even feel like I've been sleeping. The sensations are mixed up, all wrong. [His voice holds obvious frustration. Not being able to understand much of anything bothered him to a certain degree. He grips the device tighter] This doesn't feel like reality. If I've 'awakened', how long has it been since I've been 'alive'?

[He pauses, an obvious dejected sigh filling the silence. He finds himself at a loss for words, his own realization hitting him and hitting him hard. Before signing off, he adds another quiet statement.] My name is Lelouch vi Britannia.

[ for a moment or two it's just shaky breathing. none of it had been... the more and more he thought on it, the more and more upset he became. how could all of that have been a lie!? ]

They're wrong... [ they have to be! it's the only thing that actually makes any sense. ] They're wrong. They're wrong, they're wrong! It was real! It has to be! It has to be...

[ then a crash. he'll probably get into trouble for breaking what he can find in his room... but really?

he doesn't care. they aren't about to convince him his memories were wrong. and he's not quite ready to just sit there and do nothing. ]

Er... I'm not really sure I understand what's going on, or why I'm not allowed to get in touch with my family, but I guess I'll give this therapy stuff my best shot. My name is Haru Hoshino; I'm fifteen years old and a first-year high school student. It's nice to meet you all.

And, uh... do I really have to pick either the boys side or the girls side? For my room, I mean.

[There’s a smacking sound, like a palm striking the device in frustration. Badou obviously does not know how to use this device.]

What the hell is this? God dammit all… They're telling me I just woke up, that everything was a dream. That can't be fucking true there's.. there's just no way. David is real dammit,t hey can't tell me otherwise.

[There’s a sigh and hiss of pain, air swishes like the device is being shaken very fast.]

Is this damn thing even working? Ugh, my head hurts like that one time Haine smashed me against a damn wall. And [shuffling, a sound of disbelief mixed with relief follows] the gunshot wound is gone, Mihai’s gone too… Where is the crazy bastard? I hope that albino freak and that sword chick are okay at least, there was some heavy shit going down.

I wonder if they're here too?