Nov. 13th, 2010



[ The camera starts on her face, blue eyes curiously studying the screen and flicking back and forth. When she notes it is in fact recording, she smiles a little uncertainly. ] Hello, I’m Alice. Alice Elliot… I’ve been told this should be recording, and I hope that’s right.

I’m not quite sure what to make of this place… I don’t think—I don’t feel like I’ve dreamed the memories I have, but I’m sure I’m not alone. I’ll have to think about it, I guess. It's not an easy reality to adjust to.

I was wondering if anyone I knew might be here as well... Yuri, Margrete and Zhuzen? Are you around? Keith and Halley? [ She looks almost expectant, and hopeful. But then briefly drops her eyes, thinking of the chances. ]

Nov. 3rd, 2010



[Naoto's tired from what little she's tried to do here, her eyes have deep dark circles, her shoulders are tense, and there's a bit of strain to her face - she feels like sleeping, giving up.]

[But she won't. She needs to take her mind off things.]

Is anyone interested in a spar?



Who: Xion and ANYONE
Where: The library
When: After therapy
What: Xion wants to hide but I need her to get CR!, and the library seems secluded enough.

[She is never eating pancakes again. That is an immutable fact that she has even written down so that even if she forgets being horrified by the memory and waking up to pancake smells, she'll know that she once was. Oh god, she doesn't want to forget.

Instead of getting some sort of lunch into her empty stomach, she's huddled in a secluded corner of the library. She would hide on the beach again, she wants to be as far from this place as physically possible, but it's storming and they would probably drag her back inside, kicking and screaming. The same way they dragged her to the hospice to inject her medication after she tried throwing it up. And the same way they dragged her to therapy.

She doesn't understand why she stopped fighting after getting to therapy. The sudden feeling of calm almost scares her more than potential memory loss.]

Oct. 11th, 2010



I don't know what happened to me, but there's one thing I do know. I didn't make my memories just so that someone could take them away from me. Again.

[muffled silence as Naoto presses a hand against her face]

...How many other 'patients' are here? Nill? ...Badou? .......Heine?