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 [OOC: For anyone who doesn’t know, Nena is a technopath. So while she does have her journal on her, this entry was made with her mind, which is nothing new. What is new, is that she’s very, very weak at the moment and couldn’t properly focus while making this. Instead of her usual text, the post’s ‘voice’ – but shares only a faint resemblance to her normal voice, since she speaks to everyone kind of fakely in order to sound cuter. It’s a little deeper, and sounds more like a woman’s voice than a young teenage girl’s. On this particular occasion, it’s got a grim and strained tone to it. Oh, and the entry’s full of static and other weird technical difficulties. Enjoy!]

[The entry starts of with a small ‘click’, immediately followed by a rush of static. The static soon stops and a woman begins to speak. Whenever she talks, there’s an audible echo.]

…A lot of them were the same, you know. Just without all the fire. It’d be very strange if they were still burning over a year later. Other than that, so many really were the same way we left them. A few still had…

I’m scared, Brothers. I’m scared because there are so many reasons why they didn’t clean up, didn’t rebuild. But the one that scares me the most is-

…What if… what if they left everything same because… those places…

What if they weren’t important? What if all those people died for nothing?

Then we… we really would be monsters, wouldn’t we? You’re both dead, so it doesn’t really matter for you anymore, but… I’m still here. I’m still alive when all those others can’t be, because I took that away from them when they didn’t even need to die

…But of course they lied to us about that. Of course they did. Because in the end it turned out that we were lies too.

[Her voice becomes harder to hear as the static returns.]

And soon it… it won’t matter for… me either.

...I'm sorry.

Father wins.

[The static drowns out everything else, and after several minutes of just that, the entry ends.]


( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 25th, 2009 12:03 pm (UTC)
Uh, you kind of mentally disturbed or something?
Dec. 28th, 2009 09:34 pm (UTC)
[voice | filtered to Nena | unhackable]
[The response comes about an hour after he noticed the post - that's how long it took him to convince himself he should do something. This is actually a situation he'd dealt with before, although never quite so... real-time. ]

[He sounds calm, sad about what happened to her, but strangely undisturbed.]

It's all right now. They lied to you, it's not your fault.

You know better now. You're alive, you have time to figure it out and decide what to do. There's no point in dying for it.

We can help. Where are you?

[Proceeds to try locating the journal signal, if that's at all possible given that she's actually posting from her head...]
Dec. 31st, 2009 02:03 pm (UTC)
[Voice | Filtered to Justin | Still that fail!level of hackibility]

[Heavy Static]

I… There’s… There’s something… missing. I think… I think I did something even worse, but I can’t… can’t remember…

I’m… I’m in a bombed out town. It’s somewhere in the Badlands, I… I can’t remember anymore. But… The plane…! Please bring the plane back to the Silvana, please…

[It’s possible – she thought to bring her journal with her.]
Dec. 31st, 2009 02:48 pm (UTC)
[Voice | Filtered to Nena | medium to hack, because he decided not to bother] /fixed html
[He sounds calm, and like he knows what he's doing. He speaks slowly, and waits a moment after each question to let her think.]

You don't need to remember it right now, do you? You can work on that later. I can help.

For now, just try to stay calm and help us find you, okay? And the plane, too.

Are you close to it? If you could get to the plane radio and turn on some kind of locating signal, it would help a lot.

How far away do you think you are from the ship? In which direction?

[ooc: Okay! Do you have anything planned for what happens next, like how she gets back, or should I let Justin do whatever he comes up with?]
Jan. 1st, 2010 02:14 am (UTC)
OOC: t-totally sticking nose in...
OOC: If Justin needs a way out there, Yami could fly him in The Duelist (his plane). =3;;;
Jan. 1st, 2010 08:07 am (UTC)
[Voice | Filtered to Justin | Easily Hackible, she's trying a little harder now]
Oh... Okay...

...Not far. I'll do my best to make it back there.

The ship is... [Static that lasts roughly a minute] I... I don't know. But... I remember journals' saying they were going to a farm... Can't remember when.

[OOC: Yes. Alex-mun has made the planned post. I think... I guess it all depends on Justin. He could always make an entry with details of her location and filter it to the Silvana. If he wants to get even more involved and actually head there himself, then... *points* Yami-mun has kindly offered to help out with that.]
Jan. 1st, 2010 02:02 pm (UTC)
[Voice | Filtered to Nena | medium-hackable]
Very good. Try to stay awake, so we can talk to you if needed.

I figured out your location. Someone's coming for you.

[ooc: Justin has this unfortunate tendency to try helping people without thinking. So yes, he'll try to get there.

Especially given what's going on. A little summary on what's up with Justin: he grew up and worked in an independent (ex-Ivonan) military psychiatry/brainwashing/whatnot research lab (a fairly humane one, willing subjects only, and they did as much healing as messing with people's heads, but still). He run away because of internal politics, and doesn't want to say anything about it, but this thing with Nena is pretty much what he's trained to deal with. And he really cares.]
Jan. 3rd, 2010 11:10 am (UTC)
[Voice | Filtered to Justin | Easily Hackable]
…I’ll try… Justin.


[OOC: Such a nice person.]
Jan. 1st, 2010 02:18 am (UTC)
[tone is worried...a bit urgent even]

Nena? Nena?! Is that you? What's happened? Where are you?
Jan. 1st, 2010 08:21 am (UTC)
Yeah... I guess that's me...

...It's... can't explain. But I'm in a place that used to be a town, I guess. It's destroyed now. Somewhere in the Badlands...
Jan. 5th, 2010 12:32 am (UTC)
Nena, I'm- [realizes in the state of shock it sounds like she's in, she might not even recognize his voice] This is Yami, by the way. Mechanic? I'm also one of the patrol pilots. I'm on my way to your position. Stay where you are, all right? I'll come find you. I'm bringing help. Dr. Ishida is coming with me, plus I'll be picking up the gentleman who gave me your coordinates. Name of Justin. Friend of yours?

Anyway, hang tight. We're on our way. Should be to you in just a couple hours.
Jan. 1st, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
[Voice | filtered to this person and Nena | unhackable again]
I think I have her location. [reads off some kind of coordinates]

[He just hopes nobody asks for the details on how he got those... And whew, he's glad he didn't have to respond to that Silvana-only post to give them.]

Can you go get her?

Ah- [suddenly uncertain] I'm Justin, from the Fiertia. I apologize for butting in, but she seemed like she needed help.

...Do you think you're going to be all right? You should probably take someone with you. With medical training.

If Garrettstown isn't far out of your way, you could pick me up. I'm... fairly sure I can help. alk;aagkj; why am I doing this??
Jan. 5th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)
[Voice | filtered to Justin and Nena | unhackable]
Noted, and thank you. My name is Yami. I'm a mechanic and patrol pilot with the Silvana. Nena is one of my crewmates. She went missing a few days ago. [along with one of the ship's fighter planes without authorization, but that doesn't need to be brought up here]

I have one of our ship's doctors coming with me, and yes, I can swing by Garettstown to pick you up first. Meet me at the small-plane harbor. [describes his plane - a little four-seater painted deep purple with black cloudlike tracings] I'll see you in probably an hour or two.

And thank you again for your help.
Jan. 5th, 2010 02:21 am (UTC)
[Voice | filtered to Yami and Nena | unhackable]
I'll be there. Thank you.
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