[a few various things cover the journal - scratches from broken glass, water blotches, ink lines as though something crashed through a wall and made quite a ruckus. Sorry, FM. Also, Jan definitely ran across the journal terrified for her life, leaving inky cat-prints.]

First, I don't need some king in my room. Good food.

Second, who the hell thought up this outfit?

Third, what all have people done with their memory crystals? As far as disposing of them, activating them, or messing with them? I can talk to you outside of the journals if you'd prefer.

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What can you guys tell me about a memory crystal, used or unused?

( I'm just pretending that I'm always alright. / But I'm trying so hard not to cry, / and everything inside me wants to die. )

[yup, still chicken scratch writing]

Now that the ball's over, I've got a question.

What's it like working at medical?

[The writing is very sloppy as though someone is either a lefty, a boy, or a chicken is attempting to write. The first two are probably the most likely.]

Four things:

Tell me if you find a metal arm.

I need a damn good mechanic.

Cross mentioned someone named Fullmetal. Who are you?

And I'm called Alchemy.

( When all that's left / is a memory? )