:: post seven :: something's missing ::

[child_proteus]

[ ooc :: Throne's handwriting is agitated and sharp, unlike his usual casual nondescript hand.  ]

Okay, folks, it's questionnaire time.  Should be simple enough, just two questions.

- When was the last time you saw me?
- And when's the last time we "talked"?

DammitIhatethisgoddamnplaceitgivesyousomethingonlytotakesomethingelseback.

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[unlostsoul]

We've never actually met, but I've seen you on the journals all this week. We last talked on, uh, the 26th. Epic rock ballads? Emo (again)? Not talking to 54-year-old truck drivers? Does that sound right?

I Are y Look, what's wrong? Can I help?

[child_proteus]

....dammit, it doesn't but I won't deny it sounds EPIC...

Well, apparently this place hasn't had enough of me yet. Seems like the minute I get something back from the past, it just turns around and takes something else. I've been sitting in an elevator for a week. But to me, it was only just a couple of hours. And all that stuff, I said to people. I don't remember it. At all. God, I sound so emo, don't I? But there's just so little we've got in the first place...I don't like thinking I can lose any more.

It's that Just I want this place to stop messing with me. Can you manage to swing that for me?

[unlostsoul]

Shit. Um. Shit. Tha I can I wish I could, man. I really, really wish I could.

But hey, hey, if there's one thing that seems to be true about this place, it's that nothing's ever gone for good. So we'll fight and get everything we lost back and then we'll teach this not to mess with us. I've, uh, got you back on this one, okay?

[ooc: Strike-outs stay legible for about twenty minutes and then are blacked out entirely.]

[child_proteus]

You and me both. You'd figure with all of the crazy stuff around here, there'd be at least one genie in a bottle.

Is that true? Really? Like, what about all of the people stuff we lost left behind? What about home? How we do get that stuff back? Wow. That actually. Means a lot, Want. Seriously. I, um. Appreciate it.

[ ooc :: strike outs last only a minute or two before being completely blacked out. ]

[unlostsoul]

Yeah, I keep clicking my heels and muttering "There's no place like home," but so far I've got nothing.

Nothing's gone forever. There's no point believing anything else. I just haven't figured the "how do we get it back" part out yet. You're welcome. Really.