We are accidents waiting to happen...

No luck finding Dean’s key yet, and I don’t even have a lead to go on. Who shoved him through the door? Why did they do it? What was the angle? Where is that stupid key?

And the Task Force building… I had to walk through today. I was afraid the door was gone with all that destruction, but it’s still sound, thank Shiva. I don’t know what we would do if it was destroyed. What would happen to Dea—anyone who has been through it?

I hope he’s okay there, on the other side. I’m sure he’s fine, really, but…

Roxas? Are we still on for today?

Matt? Is it safe to come home? And don’t you think you should screen people before inviting them into rooms at the bar? That’s how you avoid winding up with psychopaths trying to slit your throat while you sleep. You can’t trust just anyone, after all.

( Private to Turks, Rufus//Unhackable )

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( Private to Self//Hackable )

[A quiet "Hmmm" is murmured through the speakers, curious and soft.] The bar seems...less chaotic than it normally does. There's something missing.

All three cats are back --and seriously, if anyone wants two of them, you are more than welcome to take them; four pets is way too much for someone who works my hours-- and Nathan's around.

[The way it clicks together is almost audible, the gasping snap as things fall into their tetris-like slots.] Wait. The sackdolls are missing. Well, Dean's, actually. Normally, by this time of night, it's chasing Nathan around with the salt shaker.

Has anyone seen it? Anyone? Matt, did you hide it in the oven again? I don't want to hear the reprecussions if you did.

He's been quiet for too long. I suppose it's safe to assume that Reno's gone by this point. That's what, the third one? Fourth? I don't think Reno is meant to be here, like how Tseng wasn't.

( Private to Turks//Unhackable )

( Private to Matt//Hackable )

Reno's never quiet for this long. Has anyone seen him?

( Private to Self//Hackable )

I want to extend my thanks and gratitude with everyone who helped me during this embarrassing dark time. I appreciate those who put their lives in danger for my well-being; if I can ever do anything to help you in the future, you have my service.

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( Private to Shinra//Unhackable )

Matt? Dean? Sam? I hope none of you have taken over my room. Nathan and I are on our way home now. I feel like I could sleep for a week.

Has anyone seen Black?

[The camera toddles back and forth, the shifting image swaying much like a drunk on a sea vessel. There’s a moment when it’s easy to think that the whole vision is going to topple over, that the carrier of this picture will fall, but it rights itself and moves forward once again, the image not much higher than a few feet above the ground. The dim gray of the church slides in and out of focus, the lines of the pews, some broken, some not, flank the aisle like tanks to war. High windows are broken, jagged edges cut in color from stained glass.

The church is quiet, silent, but there is a lone resident sitting in one of the seats, still as death. The camera settles on the back of her head, the golden fall of hair that just brushes her dark clad shoulders, the picture steadily coming into view as the carrier waddles forward slowly. There’s a pause for what sounds like footsteps, but once they fade, the waddling resumes.

Finally, in front of her, the walker finally stops. There’s a plain shot of black pants bent at the knees, white hands folded neatly in her lap, and the slow pan up to her face and green eyes that stare blankly ahead. The camera shifts low again, down to her calves as a crayon pokes her leg, only to be followed by a flashlight when nothing changes. If tonberries could look fretful or sad, it would be easy to imagine Nathan would be doing both now.

What Nathan does instead, however, is crawl under the pew, back behind her legs, and settle there to rest. There is a good five minutes of filming, nothing changing, no sound, no movement, until there is a revenant, quiet whisper of one single word:]

“Mother.”

[And the legs shift, standing, and the footsteps draw quieter as she walks away.]

( Private to Rufus, Turks//Unhackable )

Between the sudden disappearance of so many, the rushing influx of new people, earthquake and mangled bodies in the streets, and what showed up on the bulletin board, I don't know what to think. Does anyone have any ideas? Suggestions? Is it all tied together, or a coincidence?

It could be the Crimson King, but why is his banner in half?

On another note: is there any structural damage to the buildings? Anything we need to be worried about? Is everyone safe?

( Private//Hackable )

I was hoping I would be wrong. Dammit.

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New people are arriving. Out with the old, in with the new? Isn't that the saying? I wonder if this means the president will be among them. Or Vincent. Or Genesis and Cloud, or any of the ones we lost.

Then again, maybe we'll even get new ones, like what seems to be happening. Rude? Tseng? It's so difficult to predict what is going to happen when everything is so damn...unpredictable.

( Private to Turks//Unhackable )


I moved back into Sunde, if anyone needs me. It was a pain getting a bed back in here and up the stairs (thanks for everyone who helped me), but I'm glad it worked. Black, any time you want to come over, feel free. Same with you, Dean. Maybe we can get a drink; it sounds like you need one.

I have more cats than I know what to do with. Three, and it's not fair to keep them all when I'm not home. Does anyone want one or two?

Ana? I...how are you?

Kurama? A word, please?

Not only Dean, but more. The president. Vincent. Ana. Schuldig...

It might be beneficial for everyone to gather up what was left over from the last world-slip and pool it together. We could divide it up so everyone gets enough of what they need. If the people return, we can have lists and make sure that we give it back to them... or as much of it as we didn't use.

Turks, I want a list of everyone who is gone. Detailed. Where they live, the state of their house, what objects they left behind, everything. Now.

If anyone needs me, I'll be at HQ, either in my office, or the president's.

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New clothes, ammo, some non-perishable food, toiletries, and some cigarettes to use as currency when I want a favor. Oh! And the diamonds that Kuro and Kurama gave me (thank you so much! I've never gotten anything so beautiful before!). Not a bad haul if I do say so myself.

Black? What did you bring back with you?

Has anyone seen Dean? I went out to the woods today, but he wasn’t there. His stuff was, and his site wasn’t disturbed, but…

( Private to Shinra//Unhackable )

( Private to Self//Unhackable )

There's been talk of a friendly game of "laser tag" tomorrow between the Task Force, Shinra, and the Queensguard. I'm encouraging our attendance aside from the customary guard for the president. To sweeten the deal, those who attend the outing will not have to do morning runs that day (which you should still be completing each day, regardless of what our world is looking like at the moment).

I expect a list by tomorrow morning of who will be volunteering to remain with Rufus and those that will doing the laser tag. Also, I would like a list of the inventory that each of you have acquired thus far; it's impossible to tell how much time we have left here, so I expect an ample selection.

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I'm not familiar with this place, but the buildings rival the height of the Shinra Tower. But-- [The smile is easy to hear in her voice.] --you can see the sky here. Sort of. Not the stars, no, but the sky.

But this place is so busy! How do all these people fit here? And it's so loud! It's like Midgar during a festival or prime tourist season!

I am so going to get lost. Small price to pay for a working hot shower, though.

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Hey, has anyone seen my tonberry or my cat? I'm starting to worry! I went to the graveyard to see if Nathan wandered there to be with the rest of the tonberries, but he wasn't with them.

[Her voice carries a tone to it that has been absent since she first arrived, an over-eagerness that is ladened with the weariness that comes only as a result extensive hard work. She's caught off-guard, talking to someone who obviously isn't there anymore.]

--the reports as you asked, Tseng si--

[And she stops, the muffled scuffle of her feet against the gravel in the road, a little gasp caught in the back of her throat. The sound of fabric rustles beside the microphone, and it's easy to assume she pulled free the communicator from the depths of her pocket. A chuckle slides out, breathy, almost amused.]

Back again, hm? Why am I not surprised? Let's hope it will better than when I left.

From May 1st - 16th at the latest.

( Private to Self//Very Hard to Hack )

Kurama, sir? I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow? Would you mind getting together for tea?

And Reno? You, me, sparring. One in the afternoon. No excuses. And if I were you, I'd bring a potion or two; I'm not in the mood to hold back.

Turks. I want every pending report on my desk by noon tomorrow or you'll be doing triple your laps the next day. Understood?

( Private//Hackable )

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Turks? I want a report. Now. I'm on my way in.

Everything is going to be fine. I know it is.

It has to be.

( Private to Sam and Dean//Unhackable )

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