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[futureoriented.livejournal.com]

[ The camera focuses on the ground for a second before Homura adjusts it to focus on her face. She looks blankly into it before a bit of curiosity edges its way into her expression. Her voice is quiet but audible. ]

I don't know anything. ... all I can do is believe what I am told.

How did I get here?

What really is this place?

Who am I?

I have a lot of questions with no answers. All I can do is listen to what these people tell me, and believe.

I think that my name is Homura. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am new here. [ She bows deeply. ] ... I don't know where I learned to bow, how to speak, or where this name comes from. I simply know it, perhaps as well as I know how to breathe. It's a peculiar thing, but I have no choice but to accept it. It feels like the truth.

... I have a few questions for anyone listening. For anyone who has the time to answer.

Who are you?

Do you have any theories on what this place is?

And... do you want to remember?

Comments

notifs noooo

[futureoriented.livejournal.com]

I don't remember any of that. Not yet. But I'd like to hear your story.

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

Alright, well. I grew up in this large underground fallout shelter, Vault 101. Lived there with my dad, not sure where mom was. Guess it didn't matter in the long run.

2/3

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

I was told my whole life that no one ever enters the vault, no one ever leaves. It's been two hundred years since the bombs dropped, and they won't open up because everything's still irradiated and mutated. The stuff out of horror movies.

3/4

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

Then one day... Dad leaves. Broke through the Overseer's office, opened up and waltzed out into the wasteland. Overseer was furious, ended up... ended up beating a man to death for information on where he went and how he got out.

I was tipped off by a friend that they were coming for me and managed to leave. They caught up and chased me out of the vault, shooting at me the whole time.

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

So here I am, chased out of home, into a toxic, irradiated wasteland, and I'm already tired of this. I can already guess how it's going to end.

So on the one hand, I want to know more, about why I got chased out, or even what the wasteland was like. On the other hand, does it even matter?

[futureoriented.livejournal.com]

... I see. That's quite the story. It's easy to see where your dilemma lays. Perhaps these memories were taken from us for a reason.

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but I'm not too worried to ponder the finer points of it. Pretty sure I know how my own story went.

[futureoriented.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I wish I could say the same-- I suppose it may be because I just got here, but I haven't remembered anything about mine.

[survival-101.livejournal.com]

Give it time, most of us haven't been here longer than a week, I think, and we're remembering stuff.

[futureoriented.livejournal.com]

That's good. I'll wait patiently, then.