[there's a moment of silence at first from Mao debating whether he really wanted to post this or not. Part of him had just wanted to exit out and delete the message even after he'd started recording. However, as you can see, it seems he decided to go ahead and go through with it. Whether this will turn out to be a good thing or not he doesn't really know]

You think... everything out there really is gone?

[Alice's voice, unusually enough, is rather shaky, despite having made this discovery some time ago. A few moments later, the listener discovers why]

I'm not sure exactly what we found out there, but I don't think it pleasant. It's like a puzzle of some sort; as if worlds are jumbled together. It looks like what's been happening on the other floors, but... different. It's almost as though that sort of thing is what that place is made of.

I'm sure this sounds quite mad, but it's almost as though it's spreading, like an illness, to the other floors. I've seen it around already, but if that's the case, how can it happen? Locations certainly aren't contagious. But there was so many pieces of what looked like different places in that place that I'm certain weren't on what floors I've already seen.

I'm sure I don't know what's going on, but I don't think it'll do us any good.

[Mao sounds a bit tired and a little in pain] O, Oi... You people seen some girl who looks like a neon pink, flower-themed villain reject? [he coughs]

Dammit... How long have I been out?!

A, Anyway, just let me know if you've seen her or not! I've got a score to settle!

It has been awhile since we've last spoken, Paixao. I hope you will accept this gift to make up for my absence. Read closely, and think on this knowledge well.


To understand how the heart works, one must comprehend its balance and what happens when that balance is lost. How does it function with an abundance of darkness? Of Light?

How much until it is thrown over the edge, to a point of no return?

Each heart reacts differently - should they not all operate the same? How are we able to understand anything if our subjects are not on the same controlled level? I wonder, is it possible to reshape a person's heart, so that then we will be able to do our testing properly?

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PROJECT F - EXPERIMENT NO. 1
SPECIMEN DESIGNATION: Laharl

PROCEDURE: Injections of darkness, followed by a single injection of pure light.
RESULTS: As a creature of darkness, the subject was able to accept large amounts of darkness, during which he began to take on the physical traits of a common Heartless (glowing eyes, visible and palpable aura of darkness). He reacted poorly to the injection of light, however, and rather forcefully escaped from the laboratory.
CONCLUSIONS: Like accepts like. Creature of darkness may not be able to handle light and vice-versa.
UNANSWERED QUESTIONS: Whether the light acted as a catalyst against darkness injected or against natural darkness.
POSSIBLE FUTURE EXPERIMENTS: Injections either entirely of light or darkness.

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PROJECT E - EXPERIMENT NO. 6
SPECIMEN DESIGNATION: Zidane Tribal

PROCEDURE: Injections of darkness.
RESULTS: Subject entered injured and was revived with potion before injections, which may have affected results. Subject was completely unable to assimilate any darkness and instead gained powers not unlike those of the Heartless.
CONCLUSIONS: Creatures of light do not react well to darkness. Weaker hearts may not stand up to darkness well.
UNANSWERED QUESTIONS: To what extent the injury and potion affected results (if at all), Strength of subject's heart to begin with, Amount of darkness needed to make subject lose his heart completely.
POSSIBLE FUTURE EXPERIMENTS: Further injections of darkness.

[the recording begins with a loud clatter, and a desperate cry in Yorda's usually soothing voice can be heard] No!

[and then there's the sounds of struggling, as though Yorda is fighting with all her might to break free, and of heavy, sure footsteps and soft, dragging ones on strange earth. And there's a terrified gasp and a quiet sob - Yorda again - and the noises abruptly vanish.

Many more moments of relative silence pass, with only the sound of soft winds rustling through crystalline leaves, until the distinct sound of a curious chocobo picking at something - probably journal keys]

Kweh!

[and suddenly, the recording cuts out]

Has anyone seen Miss Yorda in the last day or so? I can't seem to find her scent.

[Well, if anyone had more information, this seemed like the place to find it.]

So..

Has there been anyone here who's seen this 'Organization' before?

What is a sleepover? Urd has told me I should have one, but I do not know what it is. What is done during those times? I sleep over my bed, but it does not seem like something I can do alone. There is much I do not know about, and I would like to learn more.

This is the first time I'm using this technology that you people call "journals".
Indeed, I believe this might prove to be useful. For now I will leave a notice for my master, the soon-to-be Overlord Mao, the most evil Overlord the universe shall know.

Young Master please refrain from staying close to Miss Yorda.
She's worse than a delinquent and a terrible influence
(Trying to keep her at bay 24/7 is getting on my nerves.)
Young Master, always keep in mind that you're an honor student!

As for the rest of you, don't meddle, it's troublesome.

[A few moments of hesitation, and Yorda's voice is heard. She's even quieter than usual, sounding apprehensive and even a little afraid. She also sounds as though she's been running for awhile.]

Mao, please come back soon. There is something wrong.

I have located Pride Rock. It is not entirely the same. But it is safe. [If you were a Heartless, would you screw with Mufasa? Yeah. Didn't think so.]

All are welcome to join me. [Even if you are a heartless back-stabber. Just know Mufasa will be watching you like a hawk.]

If you are unsure how to find it, I will show you the way.

Okay, so this thing is like a PDA then, is it? It's not so bad once you get used to it...but still weird because I don't normally talk to people I don't know. Or post, I suppose I'm posting, aren't I? Sorry, I'm new here and this is all a little much. I'm not usually asked to post things.

Anyway, I'm Rory. I imagine you must get this a lot but I'm looking for someone. Someones, maybe. One would be a woman with gorgeous red hair and answers to the name Amy. She's my wife, by the way, so please don't try anything. Second, a man with a bow tie and goes by...just The Doctor. I know they tend to run off but I don't think they'd ever pitch me out of the TARDIS and then disappear.

So, yeah, if you could give me a start on that I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

Hey, who painted the city? It's pretty cool lookin' now, though it could still use some improvements.

[Ed sets down the journal, still recording, and a strange sound comes through the mic.]

There. That's better!

[Ed transmuted a lamp post to make the top look like a gargoyle, the eyes serving as the place where the light would come out.]

[Before she starts talking, there are a few tapping sounds... because this is Rapunzel's first time posting to the network and she wants to be sure this thing is ON!]

So I have a question for everyone! You don't have to answer, but I think it'd be more fun if you did.

Do you have a dream? Something you want more than anything else in the world? If so... what is it?

So... Flonne's acting more than a little crazy, as you probably all noticed.

If anyone sees her, could you let me know? [A frustrated sigh.] She could be practically anywhere at this point.

Meanwhile, let's hope it isn't catching, geez...

[Yorda does not sound like her normal, gentle self. Instead, her voice is shaky and almost inaudible; she's clearly scared half to death]

I am afraid. I do not want to be near these people.

Please help me. Is anyone nearby?

[An energetic, youthful voice crackles on the message board, broadcasting to anyone who'll listen. It sounds rather annoyed, though that quickly changes to enthusiastic amusement]

Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.

I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.

Hello, darlings! My name is Ursula and it's a pleasure to introduce myself to all of you. I've been quiet, I know, but you simply must know how difficult it is to get settled here. Accommodations aside, it's just so unsettling to adjust in a new environment.

But! Let us not get all tangled up in the details, mmm? [low chuckle] No, I'm here to talk about the tricky matter of business.

I don't expect any of you to know this, but I've quite the hand at magic. And, though I fully admit to a little misconduct in the past, I'm more than happy to help the poor, innocent, suffering and unfortunate souls like yourselves. Yes, yes, magic doesn't make the world go 'round, but it's more reliable than you think!

Everyone has secret wishes, pets, make no mistake about that. Things you looong for that you simply can't ask for, to say nothing of actually possessing! And if you did try to get your heart's desire, what happens then? [a slight growl enters her voice] Judgement.

If you find yourself in need of what you can't get for yourself, seek me out. Follow the river down from the Niflheim gate to the ocean beyond. There, you will see a single torch in the shore. Light it and wait. I'll be there.

[and back to the musical lilt] Let's make a deal, my friends.