What do all of you think of... heaven? The afterlife? Does it exist? Who gets to go?

... Who will you see?

Nnngh...

...How... How long have I been asleep?

...

.....

What's this plant over my bed?

I... I don't like this. The house hangs with tension and the air is still. It's like anticipation of another disaster.

It's too strange. I've never heard a silence so loud. It's wrong. Wrong... So many silences.

This... This tastes...this tastes good...this thing....

Hello...?
Where am I? Neil?

[soft little rustling, and slurping on the lollipop, shuffling and rustling of bedcovers.]

Where did these stars come from? Is this my room? Hello...?

{{OOC: Attention, Bathouse, you currently have a roughly five-year-old, healthy Sora, wearing a little black ( Read more... )

[SPLOOSH. Various soft chuckles and splashes as someone tries to chase a slippery sea creature with their hand. Then, a hushed, excited voice.]

Fuko! Fuko, Ushio is all better! Her leg grew back- she can go back to the sea to her home!
You were right. Starfish do get better. They're magical that way.

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...Say, Neil.

...
You say to treat all women like they're Queens and to make them feel nice...

What do you do when one makes you... feel things? Deep in your chest?

Maybe it's just my medication. This is stupid.

...Fuko? How did one of your stars get over my head?

[light clinks, tappings at the star]

...What color is it?

{{ooc: It's blue, what other color would it be? XD It can be seen hovering about over his head in all of his little pictures.}}

[recorded rattling and pained, panting breath, as if hypervenelating, but too exhausted to be panicked, voice trembling a little]

C-cla-clark? C-c-can y-you c-come here...?
I...

I need to... I need to talk to y-you...

{{ooc: Someone's a bit shaken from his vision.}}

The blankets are warm here. Thank you for the meals, Clark, Steven, Miss Cassandra.
Everything HURTS! The medicine's not helping I can't feel I can't see nothing is working I just want to go... LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I'm tired and I can't sleep or dream anymore there's only nightmares and needles ( Read more... )

[faintly, very faintly, the lines of Ave Maria, it is beautiful, but very weak, almost indiscernible from the noise of the journal on any given day]

Ave Maria
Gratia plena
Dominus tecum...