Guys?

We need to stop Xemnas, and we need to stop him now.

[Deep inside the walls of St. Destino a demon found the jackpot of all journals. Though some of them were rather beaten up. All of them worked after getting booted up but were usually pretty slow or glitchy, something he might have to deal with if he couldn't find one better than that.]

Come on, please work... [He gave the current one a shake when it looked like it might be froze up for a second. Thankfully that seemed to have been all it needed.]

... Is anyone there?

Ugh! [a small sound of frustration ensues] I've been cooped up for way too long. Oh, well. At least I'm out now.

[a low, dark chuckle, and those who know NiGHTS will realize this is not her normal laugh] I think I've got a lot to catch up on. What's happened since I've been gone? Did anyone miss me?

Most importantly, does anyone want to play a game?

( sound of fingers drumming against a tabletop can be heard, followed by a sigh )

I’m beginning to think I’m not very good at this. Perhaps it shouldn’t be blue; after all, it’s not traditional.

( after a beat it sounds as though she’s replying to herself, as if she’s been having a conversation with herself which honestly, she has )

Do I want to be traditional?

Yes, of course I do. I’m marrying him for those silly feeling things; it should be the proper way. Don’t you think?

I think so.

I do think so, don’t I?

Well then. ( there’s a sound of papers being scattered, a whump noise of books falling to the floor of her kitchen and a few clacks as her communicator falls down also ) I’ll be needing a wedding planner rather than try to do this myself then, won’t I?

Actually now that I think on it, we really should set a date for this thing …

( her chair makes a noise of being pushed when she hoists herself up and there’s a “crunch” noise when she steps on her device, she gasps but the feed cuts from being accidentally shut off )

Hey, is there anyone out there who could heal...someone? She's hurt pretty bad.

It’s come to my attention that I really have no idea what I’m doing here. Not ‘here’ as in this place — although, yes, that as well — I mean here at this present moment in time.

Specifically here.
This moment.
Right now.

What I am doing right now, in this moment, specifically here — is attempting to plan a wedding. A blue wedding — it has to be blue, no exceptions — but so far all these books are lacking with blueativity. That is, blue creativity. The only things I’ve managed to find are traditional things that are needed, something borrowed, something blue, something old and something new.

Well I already have something borrowed, that would be the groom — although I’m not sure if I would call it borrowed or stolen, either way my Thief will do.

The something blue would be the wedding itself, blue. Blue I tell you, no exceptions!

Something old might as well be myself, I am more than ‘over the hill’ in age as the human saying goes…

Something new, though… Would the experience count as new? …Bah!

Does anyone know how to plan a wedding? I would ask my Thief, but I’m sure he doesn’t have a clue.
Suggestions would be appreciated, yes. Thank you!

[Long Gasp]

Hey there, hi there, ho there Paixaonians!

How are all of you? I’m swell myself, I just flew here from Agrabah, and boy are my arms tired!


Cricket Chirping.MP3

G-Get it? My arms are… Hooooo boy, tough crowd. Anyway no matter, allow me to introduce my fabulous self. The name’s Eden. That’s spelt, E-D-E-N, you can call me Eddie, but I’m not a guy. Thank goodness, otherwise I wouldn’t look good in those skirts, know what I’m sayin’~?

Anyway, it’s a pleasure to meet y’all. I’m sure we can all get along splendidly. Thinking about cooking up some eggs and bacon for my new master Terra, oh she is such a sweet heart~! Oh-! Oh this was announced to all of Paixao. Oh well, I don’t mind because it’s true. TERRA YOU’RE A SWEETHEART, I WANNA SQUISH YOUR CHEEKS, YOU’RE SO CUTE!

It smells like darkness. It can't be hers.But this. This has to be hers. Tainted by shadow.

It won't come off no matter how many times I wash it. No matter how many times I hide it away. I can bury it six feet in the ground and I can still feel it burning my nostrils. [the sound of hands being rubbed against a bristly face again and again]

Who? Who is doing this? Why? Why? [now a softer, plushier fur is brushed against the communicator]

Did she leave this on purpose? I hope.

[ooc: The Master has come to find Yorda's stuffed bear as seen in the picture here.]

[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.

[a very tired, but cheerful-sounding Doctor sounds off. He sounds older now, more wearied than he did before, but he's making an effort to keep the majority of it out of his voice]

Right, then! Hello, everyone. Sorry I've been out for so long, but somebody decided it would be a good idea to try and blow me up, among other things. And I see it's snowing! Not that I couldn't see it where I was, at least until I was blindfolded, but I love snow! That's brilliant. Only how's it falling beneath the domes? That's something. I might have to poke it with a stick.

Anyway, enough about me. How are you all doing? And Roxas, don't think I've forgotten about you. If you're ready, I can help as soon as I recover.

Awwooo… Oh this is not good, not good-Has anyone seen Remus…?

I can’t find him anywhere. He hasn’t come home, he’s not in his usual spots and I’m worried he’s-Well, I’m worried he isn’t going to and…

And…

Disappeared…

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.

Hello everyone! It's the Doctor here. ...the one that doesn't eat fish custard or wears a bow-tie. The one that was here first.

Right, so, just to get this out of the way now-- No, I'm not sure where my future self has gotten to, but I doubt there's any reason to be alarmed, well, not too much anyways. Not yet. You see, if I--he is in some kind of trouble, well, he's rather good at getting out of trouble. So there's no reason to panic. [Though he's saying this, there is a faint concern hidden in there.]

So, yes, where was I? Ah, right. Me, being here first.

You see, when I arrived here I was in my TARDIS. It's been sitting at low power for some time now, but there was a reason for that. Now that we've been here so long, I was able to use the power she's managed to store up, along with some modifications, to get the scanners, well, scanning. Scanning beyond the castle, to be exact.

And, well, that's the good news I'm afraid. Bad news from here on out.

[The Doctor's tone shifts at this point. He's serious... very serious, and obviously a bit bothered at what he learned.]

There's nothing out there.

No, it's not that they aren't working, believe me, they're working. There just was nothing to scan--no planets, stars or even strange anomalies. Just... emptiness.

Now, I wasn't able to boost the scanners enough to determine just how large the dimension we're in IS. It's possible we could be in some sort of pocket universe. Or there could be some sort of barrier, but the scanners should have picked up anything like that. Or, well, it's hard to say until we find out more about where and what this place we're in is.

I really do wish I'd had good news. We're about due for some at this point, I'd say.

[Filtered FROM the Master; several days after this]

[Speaking about the filter] I hope I did that right.

Uhm, anyway, I know I still haven't really...spoken to a lot of you [He sounds a little guilty, sorry he's been busy] but I know a lot of you also know the Doctor. [pause, oh, right, there's two of him] Bow Tie Doctor. Listen. Has anyone actually seen him lately? I know the man likes to run off, but I don't think he would have left his TARDIS this long.

Maybe I can look on the other floors...or something. Of course, even if he was on one of the other floors he'd hear this, yeah?

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.

No big deal but I found one of those door you all keep goin' on about. With all that whining you do, you'd think it'd be hard or something.

Huh? ... Oh, okay, fine. We found it. Pumbaa helped. A little.

Let it be known that our resident Mid-boss was, in fact, under the influence of a little too much of my special wine and that's why he went around flirting with all you women. His naturally passionate personality lead him to react, uh...uniquely to my vintage. It was mostly not his fault.

So do forgive him, okay? He's an idiot but he doesn't mean to hurt anyone.

[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.