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Oct. 11th, 2011 09:15 pm
[identity profile] futureoriented.livejournal.com
(1) closed, slightly backdated
[ A tiny little memory has come back to her. She remembers pink hair, red ribbons; a sunny smile. She remembers feeling good at that smile, and she remembers that the girl who smiled at her was important. Is important. It is such a small thing, but it is significant. Homura plays with the ring on her finger, wondering the meaning of it, and ties the red ribbons in her hair. She's remembered how she used to have her hair, too-- she has no hairband, but tying it like this works just as well. The room is empty right now, and she hasn't yet talked to the girl who sleeps here as well.

She goes to walk out the door. ]

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Does anyone want to come search for anemoi? ... If you do, and you aren't busy tomorrow, come to the lobby of the apartments after 12'oclock lunch. Thank you.
[identity profile] fatedmagica.livejournal.com
☆ Video
[ Does Madoka look nervous? Good. Because she is. With a nervous smile that keeps trying to run off her face and unable to look straight ahead. She hesitates before finally deciding what to say, how to say it, and that she's brave enough to talk. ]

I- um.
My name is Madoka. Um... I just got here. I don't remember much else but uh I guess that's the point... I'm not sure how much of a help I'll be to everyone but I'll try.... I don't remember having any specific talents, though... so I don't know how much good I'll be at a job here or... anything else...

[ She sighs. The more she talks the more pathetic she feels. ]

But um! Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to say hello! And um... I'll do my best so... If you need anything... if you need anything, then please let me know! Th-thank you for your time!

[ and the feed cuts out. ]
[identity profile] magicgunworks.livejournal.com
[It's been a few days since Mami arrived in Sirocco, but this is the first time she's bothered checking the network. It seems there are other people like her - people suddenly appearing without their memories - so she saves the default WHO WHAT WHERE HOW WHY questions for later. No need to get repetitive, right?

But she does want to introduce herself, so after a moment of thinking up a good conversation starter, she speaks.]

What does it feel like for everyone else? Losing your memory, I mean.

For me, it's... almost like standing in the middle of an unlit room. You know there are things placed all around you, and you should know what they are and where they should be... but it's too dark. So you wander around trying to find something, anything, in what you think is a familiar spot. But it's empty, so you lose your bearings. And you just keep making it worse by continuing to look around.

[She sounds so lost in thought right now, it's almost like she doesn't realize she's talking to other people. Care to bother her?]
[identity profile] lifesmegassweet.livejournal.com
*Not all explorations have to take place in deep, dark ruins. Sometimes the most exciting adventures take place in your own home town. At least, so is the case if you happen to be Tsuruya.

Today's expedition? To any and every thrift and antique store she can find. Now why would a girl like this want to shop at places like that? Well, she's not dumb; she's not got a lot of money. But she LOVES shopping. And anyway, if you can't get the good stuff, you can find the cheap stuff and get creative.

And besides, shopping is only PART of the point.*

So what do you think of this one? I bet if I took this and messed with the hem a bit, added a bit of trim, it'd look megas cute!

*Agree? Disagree? Splunge?*
[identity profile] seeker-of-law.livejournal.com
[As Lawfer is heading back to his room one day after idly spending an afternoon doing nothing in particular, he stops dead in his tracks right in the middle of the 3rd floor hallway.  The shout is probably loud enough to be heard by anyone in their rooms.]

I'm... dead?!

I have a theory to propose about the truth behind this place.  It is the world of spirits.  We are each of us deceased, awaiting the judgment of Hel.  ...Tell me why I am wrong.
[identity profile] notaluchador.livejournal.com

[The amusement park had been fantastic! Jaime didn't exactly know why he felt like a little kid amongst all the other people, but he'd felt right at home with the bumper cars and the ring-tosses and had even managed to come home with a couple of prizes. Except in retrospect, taking home a giant stuffed beetle may have not been the best option.

Cue Jaime attempting to take it out of the apartments... except it's a little unwieldy, even for him, especially since this thing's like five feet tall. Even for a "cute" stuffed beetle, it had its limits. Although Jaime plans on taking it to the local orphanage/shelter/goodwill, he didn't really bother to go look for a map before he left...

So he might be wandering all over town with this ridiculously oversized giant stuffed beetle that nearly blocks his face. Good grief, maybe he should've thought this one through.]

[AUDIO, made after the initial trek]

Hey guys. Sounds like most of us're in the same boat, so I'm going to outright admit that I'm one of y'all. Anyone planning on grabbing some anemoi anytime soon? I wanted to go explore and look, but I don't feel like doing it by myself.

If you want to meet me, just let me know! The more, the merrier, right? Oh right... I'm Jaime! I hope I'll see you guys around soon.

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Sep. 28th, 2011 04:24 pm
[identity profile] 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?


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