1.5; up from sleep

[bitchykid]

I looked back and Axel said saw my handwriting.

So I was here. Before. I don't [Pause] remember.

I'm not dead. I just-- [Scratch scratch scratch] I just need your names, again. ✗

Where is-- Joey? and Namine?

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[brother2dragons]

Roxas?

My name is Dan Dreiberg. We've met before.

[bitchykid]

[A box appears around his name, and then nothing for a while as Roxas flips back into the pages.]

It says I asked you to help. With the roof?

[brother2dragons]

Yes, that's me. Snow made it collapse. I hope my repairs are holding up, but there's no way to know if you're in the same place.

Are you okay? Did you have a head injury or something?

[bitchykid]

It's not-- Maybe it is my head. I don't know. I haven't been back, I couldn't. Remember the way.

[dreamerspark]

*wants to say something, but he's worried about making him angry again. so... there are just dots for a while*

hey bro 8<

[bitchykid]

[dutysubdued]

Where have you come from, ✗?

he was visiting elle

[bitchykid]

Detroit, I thought. I mean. I was there, I just don't know how I got back.

fff no wonder he's got amnesia. he drank the river water.

[dutysubdued]

There are only so many ways a man can travel here.
How important is it to know?

[bitchykid]

Important? I think maybe I should be dead. And I'm not.

[trenchcoatmagic]

Been hit in the head recently, squire?

Name's John, and yeah, we've talked before. A little bit.

daaaaaaaaaaaaanny

[bitchykid]

I don't know. Maybe.

[A square appears around 'John', keeping track of these names as he reclaims them.]

*resurfaces from the sewing room*

[madam_ripper]

Oliver? Is that you?

are you making somethink beautimous?

[bitchykid]

I... I saw, the red. You're An.

Just finished outfits for the opera \o/

[madam_ripper]

I am. Do you-

remember me, Oliver? I thought the city had swallowed you up like it tried to do with the others.

o/ yeah baybee! -in awe.-

[bitchykid]

I don't. I'm [B'aw.] I'm sorry. I don't remember.