Huh.

[ghostmeta]

. . . hello. Journal thingy that is not mine. Not my usual log, at any rate. I bet you came from the Nexus, didn't you. And you followed me "home."

And you've already made friends - and been around since sometime last year bloody smashing hell how the fuck did you manage that, seeing as how you're telling me this is my "LiveJournal." Whatever

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[sthenyaer]

... Hi, new!Todd.

Saw that you got told about your alternate.

[ghostmeta]

. . . hello?

I did.

Now who are you.

[sthenyaer]

Melinda. You met me in the Nexus. Sorta jittery, chews on her lip a lot?

[ghostmeta]

Oh. Yes, I remember you. You didn't exactly seem all that pleased to see me.

. . . I can't say I'm having a hard time figuring out why. -_-

[sthenyaer]

It's not your fault.

I was... kinda expecting a Todd to show up. He sent around an e-mail after his death.

[ghostmeta]

It's . . . still somewhat difficult to process. He wasn't me, I can tell that much. At least, not the way Donna describes him. And he apparently died saving the life of someone whose alternate I met my first day here. Who is nothing like her alternate either, supposedly.

Even for someone like me, who's used to the weirdness of the multiverse, the Nexus is a bizarre fucking place.

[sthenyaer]

I know how that feels. The difficult to process thing. But the guy that had this journal before you, he was a good person. He told me things that I'll never forget, and that keep me together when it's gotten tough.

No shit. Wait until you meet the betta fish that wants to have sex with your family.

[ghostmeta]

Hm. Well, that's . . . that's good. Nice to know I don't have any expectations to live up to at all. :\

. . . already did. Well, my dad did. Earth-20. Strange, strange place.

[sthenyaer]

Was that sarcasim? I... can't really tell. :-/

... Your dad sounds a hell of a lot more interesting than my nigh-nonexistant one.

[ghostmeta]

Curse you, internet. Yes, that was sarcasm.

. . . eh. I guess he's pretty neat. He hops dimensions and finds new ones for a living, and sets up a basis for trade and the like. It's not all that uncommon - he's just pretty good at it. He has a good staff.

[sthenyaer]

Shit. Sorry.

That sounds kinda fun. What's Earth-20 like? Have you been there?

[ghostmeta]

I wasn't cursing you.

No, I haven't. I have no interest in being propositioned by a drunken clown fish who's spent one too many evenings cavorting with the anemones, if you catch my drift.

[sthenyaer]

... I catch it. I definetly catch it.

So, what do you do?

[ghostmeta]

I'm . . . special. :\

It's kind of hard to explain.

[sthenyaer]

As long as you aren't *special* I think I can handle that explanation.

[ghostmeta]

Okay. The universe is one big fucking supercomputer running a whole lot of programs. I hack it and make it run what programs I want it to run or what someone else tells me they want it to run.

. . . there.