Hi-yah!

That'll teach those things to try messing up my things. Living tomatoes...I need to go wash my hands.

(OOC: Backdated to during the tomato plot.)

August second? But yesterday...

It was July yesterday! The middle of July! What's going on?

TAKION! PEGASUS!

Whyyy?

I think I'm normal.

But what if I'm not? What if there's something wrong with me and I don't know it? What if I'm really different and I don't know that I am? So many people are turning into different people! What if I'm all wrong? What if I'm one of those people and I think I'm me, but I'm not and I just don't know it? How long am I going to last? Am I going to cease to exist?

U-um...is knowing how you got here and everything a good sign you're the right you?

B-b-but...

He--he kissed me!

What?

Is everybody sane now?

...And what? What happened to Al? Did he--oh, no--WHAT HAPPENED?

(OOC: Sheska's been hiding out in Sor-Eksi. She just now read over most of the past week or so.)

Everybody's gone insane.

I hope the library's still safe.

Oh, so that's where this device was.

I forgot about it, didn't I...I lost it in a few stacks of books and never thought about it again until now.

Chocolate, delicious! Thank you very much, Ash!

I need to find a good place for these flowers. I better brush up on plant care, too. Hm...

...I still don't like the idea of getting burned in a game. But it was right there, in this book.

People come up with weird kinds of entertainment sometimes, I guess.

So the Colonel's still missing. How long has it been now?

It shouldn't be that difficult to find him around, should it? There's only so many places you can go. But I've been looking around today and I can't find him anywhere. I'm starting to get really worried.

He wasn't kidnapped by the aliens or anything, was he? Can they kidnap us here? What if we're found? Oh no, no no no...

It feels a little more like home here. I've got some books with me, a room right near the library, and now that food's all right that's not an issue either. I never had roommates before coming here, but my new ones are just as good as before. One of them even painted the room so it looks really nice, too!

...If only it was like that the whole time.

Ah, to be near a library again. ♥

But--

I can't--

THE BOOKS.

(OOC: Sheska's running around like crazy trying to bring as many books with her as possible, to read and to protect from the wave of radiation.)

It stinks ni here.

Anl tgis

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IT'S CHFMIDAL

WAQFARE WE'RD UNDDR ATTACJ!

(OOC: Formatting and letters got mixed up. Original message is "It stinks in here. And this foreshadowing. And now this. Could it be...IT'S CHEMICAL WARFARE WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!")

I don't remember getting this book. Did I pick it up by accident?

Oh, well. I'm going to read it sooner or later, why not now?

(OOC: Sheska just now noticed the books AU!Yuuko requisitioned--they got lost in her own. Because I brought it up and because Em is smart, the book she got is on computer languages, coding, etc., so soon she'll be knowing more about all that.)

Well, looks like I'm supposed to be living in Mui-Enas. Funny, I've never roomed with anyone before even as a kid.

This place is already a lot different from Amestris as I left it. I've heard from so many people I know, but everyone I've met so far isn't quite the same, in one way or another. Sometimes drastically.

This is going to take some getting used to.

Um...and to my future roommates, you wouldn't mind me bringing a few books to Mui-Enas, would you?

(OOC: Mui-Enas residents watch out: "A few books" means a few stacks of them.)

I was right all along. Aliens do exist, and they’re dangerous.

But why me? If it comes to a fight, what chances do I have of surviving?

None. None, I tell you. None. If it was me against some alien armed with who knows what kind of weaponry beyond anything I’ve seen before, I’d be gunned down before I knew it and I’d be dead...

And that’s going to be what happens to me, isn’t it? Ooohhhhh no. I’m going to die I’m going to die I’m going to die.

Happy thoughts. Right. Imagine, Sheska. Imagine. If there’s an afterlife, a good one would have plenty of new books, right? Towers and towers of them, reaching high up into—well, it would already be the heavens, but pretty far up. Crisp new books, and the stiffness of one just opened and waiting to be broken in; or an old tome, scented almost but not quite overwhelmingly of dustiness…

Aah. I need to find something else to read, besides just these words over and over. Not just these announcements people are making, I need real pages turning beneath my fingers.

There wouldn’t happen to be a library around here, would there?