[Molly is still a bit upset from what she saw in her nightmare world but she smiles at the camera anyway]

I'm pretty sure it's December now, that means Christmas! Or Hanukkah. Or Kwanza. I don't think there are other holidays in December. [she looks like she's trying to think of more December holidays, but she shakes her head, nope, no more] We should give each other gifts or something. Maybe do a secret Santa! Or whoever gives gifts on Hanukkah and Kwanza. Do you get gifts for Kwanza? Anyway we can make each other gifts with stuff in the tower!

Anyone wanna do it with me?

[there is a long pause]

...Do trolls even have Christmas?

Um, hello everyone. [Roxas seemed a bit rigid, making a network post again within such a short block of time...but he'd been spending a lot more time in the library as sort of a result of it.]

I have a bit of a request. [He paused, fidgeting with his colored strings on his fingers, before making a weird, dismissive handwave to his own fussing.] After what occurred with the network a few days ago, I'm looking for volunteers of a sort- hackers, or people willing to monitor the network. If anything of that sort happens again, I want to be able to try and trace it, or at the very least, watch the network from multiple consoles to see if there's any variation. We need to document this, in case anything else happens.

[An awkward pause.] I'm not trying to be a leader or anything, but...

[Molly appears on screen and she's, well, not as happy as she usually is. But really, after you've killed your best friend because he's turned into some weird deer thing, it's hard to be that happy. But she smiles nonetheless, she's still Molly and she doesn't let things keep her down for long, Romeo did forgive her anyway.]

Guys, everyone is really sad again because of what happened and I know that I'm really sad because of what happened but it stopped happening so we should stop being sad! [she smiles widely] See! Now I'm not sad! But I have an idea! We should have a party! Parties make everyone happy, right? So we need to decorate a place, and we need a place to have the party. How about the place with music! And we can get food from the cafeteria and everyone can come and be happy and not sad! Me and Romeo can even put on a puppet show because he got that thing before! [Sorry Romeo, she forgot to run this by you beforehand]

So when should we have the party!

[Sora seems a bit nervous, but then, he'll smile somewhat, although it's still kind of. There.]

Um, hey. I'm worried about my dad... Has anyone seen him before they came here? Even if it was before I came here! Um... I drew a picture.

[And then he'll hold up the drawing. It isn't too good, but...]

( OOC Cut for image! )

...I'm not the best artist, but. This is him! Thanks ahead of time for any information!

Uh, hey!

[Hey look, another relatively pleased looking person on the network! Rox looked around behind him, trying to tone down the awkward smile.]

So- for one, I just put in to become the new librarian, and I was wondering if anyone else here actually has a job. Just curiosity, don't worry.

[He froofed his hair, looking even more awkward than before.]

But, uh...I was also wondering if anyone had heard any rumors about the tower. It might be good to, well, categorize them I guess, and try to debunk them. I know about that weird hand-print room, but...what else should be investigated?

[...he may or may not be making the Seven Wonders of the Tower of Animus.]

[well, at least he's managed to work out computers. Now it's time for a public service announcement. A very short, aggressive one.]

This claim that our worlds are gone: it is false. Were my country and its people destroyed, the Will of Heaven would not have allowed me to live. Why is such a lie propagated to all, when it is the cause of so much grief and suffering?

[Milagro's on screen, in uniform, trying to look as cool as she can. Only there are cuts all over her face, some just scratches, others digging deep into the skin. It hurts like hell to smile, but she manages anyway. They go down her neck too, but her uniform covers the rest of her body, so how cut up she is under that is a mystery. Only the area around her eyes has been spared, kudos to her mask, which is for now off.]

The floor with nothing on it. Don't fly off of it. It's stupid.

[And then with no more about that, she moves onto the next thing]


My name's Milagro Reyes. Seeing as I have no idea what sector this is, and no other green lanterns are responding to my call, I'll be serving as the Green Lantern for this place until we get the hell out of here. I speak English, Spanish, and I can whip up a translator with my ring if I have to.

I'm here to be your friend. And bust us all out of here. Let me know if you need anything.

Oh, and some information would be cool too. Jumping straight into things didn't work out so hot.

1. What the hell is up with that one new floor?

2. You troll people, no one cares about that blood color thing here and there are more than one of some of you so it's really stupid to post entries like OH MY BLOOD IS A BIT MORE PURPLE THAN YOURS OH YOU ARE TYPING WITH THE WRONG COLOR over and over.

3. Maybe we should make a movie or something to give to new people so we don't have to keep telling everyone.

4. Did anyone else fill out some weird survey without wanting to?

5. Can we go back to that new floor thing, because WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THE BLOOD AND THE SCREAMING.

[America is looking bright and cheerful! Those who've seen him around, he hasn't really been that way recently, so this may be a good change! Or maybe you know him from home and are groaning right now.]

Okay, so yeah, you can go back to your places sometimes, and it looks like everything's kind of in pieces and... Stuff. [vague gesture]

But! That doesn't mean it can't be fixed! We just have to figure out what they're doing and... Do it backwards. You know, everyone from different times and stuff? So they have to have a time machine! [He makes flying gesture with his hand through space which is obviously meant to represent a time machine moving through time. Obviously.] And we should steal it, right, and then we go back before the world is destroyed and fix it!

We just have to figure out where they're keeping the time machine.

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LOOKS LIKE I'M FUCKING BACK TO SQUARE ONE. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS, BUT I'M GLAD TO BE BACK HERE. AT LEAST HERE SOME OF YOU FUCKASSES ARE STILL ALIVE.

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[Video]
[He woke up to an empty room earlier, so the first thing he did was meander his ass down to the library terminal. Forever attached to the computer. He flicks on the video, looking like he'd been emotionally assaulted by a truck. Living for weeks in a place where all of your friends are dead will do that to you.

Despite the obvious red stains on his cheeks, he tries to keep his usual ornery face on.]

The Veil is a fucking ghost rock, guys. Someone please tell me I wasn't the only one sent back to their world like this? This is like the epitome of epic mindfuck torture.