hadriel_logs | I'm just a few thoughts, fragments of memory (open)

Who: Atem and you (open, mostly)
What: Catch up log for all your needs!
Where: Places.
When: Backdated to the start of November to somewhere around the middle.
Warnings: Annoying card games references maybe! Will match format.

around | early November | open

People were gone, Gowther was gone and everything Atem used to remember of this place, gone as well. Not that Atem actually ever noticed that Gowther had never been in this place before the influx of people.

Now, that might an exaggeration, he remembers people, but not all of them, he's not sure who knows him or not anymore. It turns out it was probably not the so called gods messing with his head, but it probably didn't matter now, did it? It's like Kaiba would say, 'Just ignore it and crush it under the weight of your future', literally... He spent so much time trying to get his memories before coming here, it sure doesn't feel like something he wants to do here as well. He knows himself, he knows Kaiba, and others, and they know him. That should be enough.

He cannot help but wonder, who else did he forget? So far he hadn't found many who claimed to know him, maybe he shouldn't worry that much.

But as much as he wants to move on, he finds himself staring at people's faces, wondering if he's met them before or not. Either you may feel someone watching from where you're sitting down at the Speakeasy, and when you turn at the counter, there he is, this scrawny young man you might or not talked to before looking at your face as if it had something on it. Maybe you're just passing by as he's sitting down at the sidewalk or just as he passes by you, stealing glances from under his umbrella—were it a rainy day—or just as you're trying to find a new pair of pants at the stores, there is this pair of amaranthine bright eyes staring curiously, maybe a little worriedly even..

What do?

( ooc: A gentle reminder Atem was given a hard reset during the fourth wall event, which means he's forgotten most of the people he's met in Hadriel. Send me a PM if you wanna plot around that, otherwise please assume a clean start with your character. )

the orchard | open

「After how things went down with the first tree he grew, Atem has been taking things a little more calmly, after all, he doesn't want to pass out again from using too much energy to turn a little seed into a full grown tree, if anything he's trying to make them grow to his knee or so. And that's what he's doing at the moment, flattening the dirt around a recently planted seed, as much as he possibly can. Then he can be seen drawing some circles and markings around it, it's not that easy to make the glyphs as perfect as he wished he could, but he keeps on trying. 」

There must be an easier way...

「He mutters under his breath.」

carlisle's garden | idk the muffin man

「Just as Carlisle had cut the communication, Atem hurried down to the piers, jumped on a goddamned boat and hurried towards the North Island as fast as the winds allowed him to. It was amazing how good he had become at this sailing thing after a while, still, dreaded it—the sea was not his element, it was so wet—but not even this time he cared to get his shoes and pants wet if it meant to get to his mentor as soon as possible.

Finally, he knocks on that familiar door, perhaps a bit more obnoxiously than he should.」

Carlisle! It's me! Open up!

「He sounds really excited at least!」

butterflies also like living in pretty houses | sal

「Atem did promise he'd help beautify whatever little house Sal decided to build for his little new friend. He's been practicing in fact! Trying to build something more spacious and fireproof for his fiery salamander. Meanwhile, he waits for his friend to arrive as he writes some notes in his notebook, anything that comes to his mind that could potentially help with creating new things, or just transmuting them into something else.」

the sewing shop | margie

「Still a little unsure of what the future will bring them, Atem decides to act on it anyway, he could use a new jacket, the one he's got, even if it's from home, has seen better days. He remembers being at the sewing shop before, but everything aside of that comes as a blur to him, he pokes his head into it, expecting some kind of magic to happen and suddenly remembering everything.

He doesn't.」

Hello?

「Is anyone there?」

wildcard

( You know the drill! PM me if you want a starter for your character or just hit me up with anything you want. )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Better than being bored.

"It sounds to me that you were more like a nanny than anything else in there. Were you with the friends you have here as well?

"Nanny..." That dryness to her voice as she gives him a wry glance. It may well fit, in some ways, but Carolina is nothing close to a nanny. She doesn't have the patience, for starters, and is more than happy to smack them in their face (helmeted, mind) with the butt of her gun.

"Some of the people here were there." Epsilon... He'd given himself up to save everyone. Here though he lives, in a flesh body, no doubt to his annoyance, as he had been an AI before.

As he said, she's been lucky. He cannot go out there and compare his life with hers, but at least she wasn't alone in that place, that must count for something.

"Glad they were there for you." Cheesy as ever, but it's true. "How did you get out of there anyway?"

"Reality came knocking again." Retirement had just been a pipe dream. The number of messes left by Freelancer, and by herself, keep coming, and she's going to keep cleaning them up until the day that she dies. For a brief moment, one brief shining moment, she had also thought that maybe, just maybe, Epsilon has survived. She knew now that it was a rouse to get them out, to trap her and to try to destroy Earth.

Sounds rough. He gives her a thorough stare, as it turns out that he really doesn't know that much about her but what she's shown to him. He doesn't know how bad it's been for her, or how truly lucky she's been (maybe he should stop assuming so), but life is always different for everyone, not because of it less important than anyone else's.

"And... what would you call this?" This, Hadriel, their current reality.

Carolina ins't one to speak too much about her past, about what she's been through. She still goes by the name given to her at Freelancer, a name that is only a title. It's as good a name as any, that title, having distanced herself from the Church aspect of herself.

"A pause in reality? I don't really know." Because they are living, and yet they aren't. They could leave, and from what she can tell, they would be non the wiser about their time here. She doesn't recall any of her team disappearing, after all.

"A pause..." He repeats, adding his own musings to the thought. It's not quite that the way she sees it bothers him, but it does make him think about his own perspective of the place. So many had already taken it as a second chance, others like a bump in the road, others didn't even seem to care, but what about him? Kaiba sure had opened a new possibility to him, assuring him with his usual confidence that he would take them both home, with that premise, did that mean this place was a new start for him?

It's not something he's been able to figure out, chances were he would simply go back to his reality, the other, that he would still go back to his reality, alive. There really isn't any need to think about it, worrying about the future is useless but it sure affects how he feels right now. How troublesome.

"That's fair, I guess."

"There's no control, you know, which is like real life." Don't get her wrong there. She knows a lot about events hitting the fan and the shit flying everywhere. Yet she is here. There is no ship to catch. No way out. And you leave when you leave, seemingly without no say in the matter. It's like dying, and being reborn to continue on.

But she shrugs. "I think I know of some who would choose to remain here. Those who don't have anything to return to. I do, at least as far as I know. Suppose I could explode on my ship ten minute from returning."

"Such is life. In which case... I guess this still counts." Pause or no pause, they are very much alive in here, even him.

He doesn't let that linger for long, however.

"... What's space like?"

"Big?" Although it is clear that despite giving that answer, Carolina is pausing in turn to give it a more thoughtful one. "It's dangerous, and deadly, but there is a certain appeal to it. You screw up, and you could be lost in space forever, if you don't meet a quick end."

Big. That's gotta be a pretty accurate description.

"What kind of appeal?" It sounds interesting nonetheless, "And you mean like, how you just go floating away aimlessly forever?" Now that sounds kind of terrifying.

"It's- unknown. There's a thrill to it, an emptiness, and yet it's not empty at all. You could well be the first person to step on a planet." To discover, to explore. Of course a lot of her time had been missions with Freelancer, or righting wrongs after.

"There... Were some accidents. Make the wrong trajectory, don't have property functioning equipment, and you could drift off in space."

Alone, lost in a mostly empty but impossibly infinite that's space itself... Of course the thought unsettles him, the inside of the puzzle could be easily compared to the other. But one thing was different.

"You'd eventually die and escape that way..." It might sound a little odd, but it's an answer to his own conundrum. It's a bit ironic, to feel trapped in such vast space.

"Not exactly the nicest way to go." And she can semi-speak from experience in that regard. Carolina might not have been drifting in space, but she had had her armour locked down and had gone without food or water for a number of days. It hadn't been pleasant in the least.

"Some of the planets are interesting. Earth- had it's own conflicts, and going to space didn't make them vanish. Some remind me of what Earth used to be like. Not all life-forms out there are friendly though."

I'm just a few thoughts, fragments of memory (open)

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