[the recording begins on the end of Conrad's PDA clattering to the ground]

Wh--what's going on? I can't... I can't feel my--

[have a blood-soaked cough as Conrad crumples to the floor next to Rem's hospital bed, bleeding profusely from various stab wounds, all exceedingly large thanks to one Millions Knives]

...N-no... Rem, c-...get help... ( Read more... )

Upon reading the network and seeing the theories put forth, specifically the ones pertaining to the City being split into two different dimensions, in a manner of speaking. If that's the case, things that happen to the City itself on one side aren't likely to affect the other side, seeing as two people can be in the same rooms but not be able to ( Read more... )

...I'm taking a break. I've been working just about every day doing various odd jobs, in addition to any personal projects I've got going. So a nap on the couch is in order. A long one, for that matter.

By the way, Chronica, I haven't seen you around at all today. It's not like you to up and disappear.

((Conrad usually being a bit of a ( Read more... )

Rem, Hatori, I do hope you two enjoy your honeymoon cruise. It'd be a shame for such a fine wedding to lead to a poor honeymoon ( Read more... )

...Oh, ha ha, City. This is so very terribly amusing.

I did not miss this arthritis. Not in the least.

((Guess who's old again? |D And strikes are hackable, if you're good enough with computers.))

Oi, Conrad.

[faint rustle of someone sitting up] ...Who said that?

Chronica's bed, now get in here. I've got things to tell you.

Bull, I think you're someone trying to trick me. [sound of footsteps]

Now do you believe me?

...This has to be a curse.

Well, no shit, Doc. But, like I said, I've got stuff to tell you.What the hell could a bed tell ( Read more... )