I have a question.

Are doppelgangers a real thing? I mean

Not like shadows of yourself or anything. I met something like that once and it was different. [also it kicked his butt at first probably maybe. and then it split into several at once. on a pirate ship. that was a weird afternoon.]

I mean like a totally different person that happens to look just like you. I guess that's not really a doppelganger, though...

But is that a thing here?

Oh, and hi! I'm Sora.

Who: Sora and you!
What: Like, is any of this for real? Sora emerges from the hospital, a bit dazed and confused and trying to figure out what sort of dream world he's stumbled onto. Or if it's even a dream.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Immediate area surrounding the hospital and probably other areas as Sora wanders!
Warnings: None yet!

( yes it's real dude )

I'll have you all know that it isn't as if I brought Throgmorten here. I didn't even know he was here until that terrifying woman came to my door with him. He's not a demon, either. He's an Asheth temple cat. And he belonged to Millie first.

Anyway, there's obviously no lion on this island. I don't know why you all apparently thought there was — Throgmorten is big and ginger, but not that big.

Just don't get too close if you see him or he might scratch you. I asked him to try and be friendly, but I would prefer to not be scolded again for something I can't control.




He is a good cat, really. Deep down, I mean. He's just a bit of a bully sometimes.

Looking for an asshole with a helmet welded to his face. Apparently armed and volatile. Further details will be disclosed on a need to know basis. Anyone with information will be rewarded.

Well, I have to say, I was most definitely not expecting this. Although I'm sure that this whole situation came to a surprise to most of you as well. Having to doubt your own existence isn't a pleasant thing, I think. I'm sorry you all had to go through that.

In any case, hello, it's nice to meet you all. I'm Naminé.

Hello. My name is Aqua and new to this...island.

Am I to understand everything that was told to me in the hospital is true? That my existence...and everything I know, was as imaginary as the worlds and characters in books? I find this very hard to believe, though from what I'm told my skepticism is "normal".

I digress, if anyone knows of Ven or Terra or if they are here please, let me know. Any and all information would be helpful.

Thank you.

Hey.

Guess the time has come to be a little more obvious about this. Something strange just showed up. They're colorful monsters that are running all over the place. I haven't seen these ones before, but I know they're familiar. Thing is, familiar is bad. These things can hurt you. I'm not sure of what all they're capable of, but if you see anything, bright, colorful, and monstrous running around ... go in the opposite direction.

And—I was gonna try avoiding this, but here's a proper introduction. My name is Riku. Where I come from, and probably where other people come from, even if they just don't know it yet, some people have the power to wield keyblades. These keyblades are a sign of a strong heart. Recently, I ... well, I got named keyblade master. So while we're all stuck here together, I guess I'm in charge of looking after you all.

That—uh, that isn't to say you guys can't do it, too. I've seen people fight from all different types of places. And my best friend ... he's seen even more. But I can't slack on the job.

Anyway, if you have questions about these things, go ahead. I'm about to go personally check them out myself.

And Lea? It's time to see what you can do.

WHO: Vanitas and YOU?
WHAT: The abomination beyond all hope of redemption has landed amongst you.
WHEN: Afternoon, June 16th.
WHERE: Various spots around the city, as he observes and checks out his new surroundings.
WARNINGS: Some violence and Vriska's potty mouth.

( Now I'm in places I really shouldn't be. )

You know, I've decided. This school year was pretty okay. Even with me failing ethics on a technicality and the fact that the school is still deep into lacrosse denial-- I keep telling you guys, frisbee is where it's at-- we still had some good times. I mean, at least five different people set the chem lab on fire near finals. New record! By the way, none of those were me.

But let's try for bigger next year, yeah? Really show the big guys who rocks. How 'bout it?

So here's the thing: ignoring the whole not technically real bit-- since, y'know, been there, done that long enough, thanks-- I gotta give credit to this world for somehow trapping me here. Noooot exactly something that's ever happened to me before. Way to go! Buuut I'm getting ahead of things. Kinda jumped right in with the dialogue without properly introducing myself, woops. The name's Lea. Got it memorized?

Great, now that I've got that covered, I've just got a couple of questions I'd like answered. First off, anyone seen any kids with giant keys hanging around? Or, well, okay, anyone with a giant key, I guess. It prooobably sounds weird, but it's kind of important. Aaand the other thing is, all kudos to the world barrier for being able to block me aside, is there anyone here working on figuring that thing out? 'Cause if there is, I'd definitely be willing to be part of that getting-the-heck-out-of-here committee. Just sayin'!

Thaaat's pretty much it. Thanks.

Yjod ud s yrdy.
Oops.
This is a test.
This is a text?

[It doesn't take him long to switch over to audio.] And this is a recording. Okay, got it. So..."now you're real", they said. Am I supposed to be impressed by that? I kinda thought we just went over the "you're not supposed to exist" thing. [He's not exactly addressing the network as a whole, but he's still bitter okay. Either way he's fiddling with buttons on the smartphone and he finally makes the switch to video.]

Oh. [Hello there, confused blond child. This is awkward.] …um. Anyway...hi. I'm Roxas. They gave me this device, and while I'm happy I'm not completely alone here? Doesn't exactly answer any of the real questions.

…what happens now?

Well, I was gonna say, "Good job trying to slow me down by making me blind. Nice try."

But then I got to school today and learned that I'm gonna have to do summer school because I messed up and told them it'd been a while.

So, that's that. It's been a while since I had a summer vacation to look forward to, but now it's not even gonna begin.




So, yeah. Anyone else stuck in school all summer?

Who: LITERALLY EVERYONE. Especially anyone who doesn't actually go to this school.
What: IT'S PROM TIME. COME MAKE HOT MESSES OF YOURSELVES IN FRONT OF YOUR PEERS WHILE LOOKING LIKE 20'S REJECTS!
Where: The, uh. The school?
When TODAY. TONIGHT. CAPS LOCK. Saturday the 18th to clarify and be useful for half a second.
Why: Because Principal Buddy Dinkerton decreed that it should be so. Also, what is life without awkward dancing, and repeated attempts to spike the punch bowl, and Prom King Agent Coulson graciously leading us all? Nothing, that's what.


IT'S A LOG, HEY, IT'S A PROM LOG! Because I'm a stickler for organization AND ALSO I think it would help a bit, Imma give you all some subheadings to post under for all your different-parts-of-prom-night-shenanigans needs. Feel free OF COURSE to post top-level comments outside of the subheadings. Be free, buck the system, etc.

Here's your plot post if you need it, plus your prom court election results.

I WILL EDIT THIS ONCE I AM DONE WITH MY SUBHEADINGS SO GIVE ME A MOMENT, YO. DONE, YO. GO YE FORTH.

This is going against protocol a little, but it looks like you've all got the wrong idea. Some of you, anyway.

There are lots of different worlds. I tried telling those people when I arrived that I didn't need to hear their explanation, but they went on and told me anyway. Well, there's no stopping someone once they've got something in their heads. Too bad. But the rest of you can think differently, right? That's the idea, anyway. But the real thing is, this place reminds me a little of another one I've been to—one that catches people when they've got nowhere else to go. Maybe I'm wrong, but sometimes, it just happens that way. That doesn't mean anything bad has really happened, but it's a place for wayward travelers.

That place was a town, too. It had people who got to know one another and everything in-between.

Which sounds a little sappy. So let's skip ahead.

My name is Riku. If you can give me more of an idea of how things go here, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks.