Oct. 18th, 2010



[ Just like the announcements said, the beach is open for use -- a bit of a grand opening to celebrate includes music, balloons and burgers and sausage straight from the grill. A temporary buffet table is set up with a few picnic benches, to the left of the changing booths. Attendants will help you get your food, will monitor the waters for any signs of trouble and will be happy to get you anything you might need for a fun day in the sun.

Swimwear, life vests, beach toys and towels are supplied for any patient venturing that way by the staff on request, but venturing into the water isn't required. If you do take a dip, you'll notice that after swimming a small distance that the area is enclosed with a high metal fence. The holes in the water-immersed sections are small enough to prevent large fish to enter without restricting some of the smaller species. If swimming isn't your thing, just sit back and relax in the sand, or chat up your fellow patients. Get to get to know the people those voice posts and videos belong to.

This is an open-style post meaning post/reply/spam threads all you like with your characters if they're going to be at the beach today. Feel free to make separate posts for your own purposes as well, this is just a mixer! ]

Oct. 17th, 2010



[The screen is filled with an image of a person from nose to neck. His mouth is an expressionless line, and his voice comes out like a bored drawl.]

I'm tired of listening to everyone complain about being here, acting like it's some kind of conspiracy. If you all hadn't noticed, this is a mental hospital. I'd trust the staff over the insane ramblings of the patients who are here to be rehabilitated. Think about that.

It's sad how gullible you all are. I'll try to get out of here as fast as I can just to get away from you pathetic losers. Wake up and smell the disinfectant.

Oct. 12th, 2010


001 ♠ [Accidental Voice]

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?


[ text ] 01

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. ]

Oct. 11th, 2010


1 ♔ [voice]

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.


1st entry // Information // VOICE&VIDEO

[ 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.




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. ]



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?



[Lots of people have already started talking, but Xion couldn't think of anything so say, really. But she should say something, right? ...that's what you do in hospitals, isn't it? Say hello? So she clicks on the video and stares at the screen for a few moments, chewing her lip. Here goes nothing.]


...I'm Xion.

[...and she can't think of anything else. This is probably just annoying people, isn't it?

Click. End transmission.]



...none of it was real. [Murmuring almost to himself, before speaking up properly]

I was just wondering...does anyone else, um...having trouble believing it? It's just...if it hadn't happened...it doesn't make sense...how can it not be real, when I can feel him still...

I guess, what I mean...is there something that's lingering, that makes you not believe it? I know...I want to believe it. But...



[She picks up the communicator, and turns it around in her hands. After a moment, she turns it on, though doesn’t realize so for a few minutes. ] Although it doesn’t seem very complicated to use now…I don’t ever remember having seen something like this before. Maybe they were launched while I was asleep. I’ll have to remember to take notes on these for when I return home.

Oh. I seemed to have enabled the video recorder. [She looks into the camera, blushes and looks away, and then looks back and clears her throat. ]

[ She steadies herself, and speaks as best she can, in a clear and high voice. ] Hello, everyone. My name is Kotomi Ichinose. I don’t know what exactly has happened to me, or any of you, for that matter, but…I-I think I’m new here…but aren’t we all new…?
[She begins to shake, the gravity of her situation impacting her full-force. ]

[She closes her eyes, thinks to herself for a minute, and regains her strength ]

Let me start over. Hello, everyone. My name is Kotomi Ichinose, my hobbies are reading and playing the violin. I am new here. Because of that, it would seem I have no friends yet. I am happy to make all of your acquaintances, and hope we will all become good friends in the future.


[ voice ] 01

[ Static and rustling. When she finally speaks, it's in a very small voice. ]
Um... Ah! It's on...

[ A pause. Her voice is soft and thoughtful. ] When I asked the nurse what I was supposed to put here, she told me I could write about the dream I had while I was asleep. But it's so strange. I'm not sure what to do. Was it truly, truly not real? Can dreams feel like that?

[ She sighs quietly, and is silent for a moment. ]

So maybe I ought to be happy I'm here, in this place. Because it means a lot of terrible things never happened, in reality. And it means I can, maybe I can... remember what really did happen, and I can go on to live normally again. I am alive. But I can't help but be confused and sad.

[ She falls silent for another moment, then her voice picks up: ] My name is Euphie. I'm glad that none of us have to go through something so scary like this alone. It's nice to meet you, everyone.