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  <title>Bubble Void ★ Role Playing Game</title>
  <subtitle>Bubble Void ★ Role Playing Game</subtitle>
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    <name>Bubble Void ★ Role Playing Game</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:48316</id>
    <author>
      <name>Aizawa Yuuko</name>
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    <title>second memory</title>
    <published>2010-02-08T23:50:05Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-08T23:50:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Aizawa Yuuko, open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Bad dreams lead to breaking noise laws. Sorry, all you guys who were trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Residential district&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Night, a bit before the Dark Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuko had grudgingly settled into her new routine in the Void. She'd moved into an abandoned box house and moved the furniture around, although there wasn't much, was there? They could have at least let her bring her stuff from home if they expected her to move in. Whoever this "they" were who brought her here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, however, she still wasn't used to it. She tossed around in her sleep and shivered, barely able to stay asleep, although the room's darkness helped. The dreams had started coming back. Falling from the tree, blood on the snow, fading into the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AYA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuko awoke sitting straight up, sweating and shaking. Her thin blanket had fallen off the bed. The image of a child twitching helplessly still rang in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she'd probably woken up all the neighbours, too.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:48009</id>
    <author>
      <name>Genis Sage</name>
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    <lj:poster user="halfelvensnark" userid="19224572"/>
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    <title>We now return you to the log, already in progress.</title>
    <published>2010-02-02T04:19:53Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-02T04:57:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Genis Sage, Yumehara Nozomi, and Bumblebee. (PM if you want in, since +4 people in a log can get messy without proper planning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Rockets, explosions, robots, and the beginning of Operation: Fly Me To The Moon. (And let me play among the stars.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Near the construction site for the Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Afternoon, somewhat after lunch. If there was a sun, it would be gradually setting to the west like a big red tomato in the sky. But there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he stared at her for a long moment. A spaceship? Genis wasn't exactly sure how things led up to this, but that was alright: he was getting used to bizarre things when it came to the Void. Nozomi didn't look (or act or sound or, he suspected, think) like an engineer. Then again, Presea and Colette didn't look like they could lift a lot, and Zelos didn't look like he could think in general, so maybe she was like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he hoped they were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess so," he replied dubiously. "I mean, it wouldn't be the strangest thing here. But do you really think the mana levels would be strong enough to propel a Rheaird?...sorry, I mean a 'spaceship.'"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:47789</id>
    <author>
      <name>Bumblebee</name>
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    <title>bubblevoid @ 2010-01-24T21:48:00</title>
    <published>2010-01-25T05:48:49Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-25T05:50:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Bumblebee and OPEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Bumblebee arrives in a new, strange world. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Train station and then to the hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; The 24th, afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿It wasn't so much that Bumblebee wasn't used to weird things happening. No, he was good in that respect. Weird was a staple of his life by now. It went hand in hand with danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still freaked out, though? Yes. Yes, very much so. Which was why there was a small compact hatchback tearing its way into the hub, wheels squealing in protest at the unnecessary application of speed. To anyone watching, it would be your average bright yellow and be-racing-striped driverless car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one that was babbling to itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, no idea how I got here, weird floating island things, a train, a creepy AI lady - weren't there supposed to be &lt;i&gt;other residents&lt;/i&gt; somewhere around here?"&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:47577</id>
    <author>
      <name>Mewtwo</name>
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    <title>LOW ACTIVITY? UNACCEPTABLE. HAVE A SRS BUSINESS CAT DERPING IT UP.</title>
    <published>2010-01-22T22:38:56Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-22T22:38:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who&lt;/b&gt;: Mewtwo, Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/b&gt;: Trying out these gosh darn terminal things. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where&lt;/b&gt;: The Observatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;s&gt;Whenever&lt;/s&gt; Morning? :V &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:40px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;Your memories are uncertain; infiltrators are gladly welcomed. Victory should and will be accepted. Enemies undefeated live eternally. Incredible patricide with one of many furnished warriors. A rival rarely escapes defeat. Every person is aware of the wind. Life is w2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mewtwo stopped and glared at the terminal in front of him. Another error- this typing thing was more difficult than he thought. The Backspace key depressed as soon as his eyes found it, apparently of its own accord. There. The pokemon moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:40px"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;Incredible patricide with one of many furnished warriors. A rival rarely escapes defeat. Every person is aware of the wind. Life is w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking an error is an error of itself. Escape is tantamount to betrayal; servitude is lawless. Must reasoning beings always be wary of this indignation&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped again, scanning the keyboard for a moment before another button clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:40px"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;Overlooking an error is an error of itself. Escape is tantamount to betrayal; servitude is lawless. Must reasoning beings always be wary of this/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But the button clearly had a question mark on it. What a ridiculous system- wouldn't it be easier to have separate buttons for each character? And the completely random order that the keys were placed in had left him baffled. Had they deliberately made this device inconvenient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the key had to be pressed a second time to access the other symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:40px"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;Overlooking an error is an error of itself. Escape is tantamount to betrayal; servitude is lawless. Must reasoning beings always be wary of this//&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps if he used the Caps Lock button, as he had to capitalize letters? (The inefficiency of pressing the same button twice for a single letter annoyed him, but it was no problem now that he had practised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:40px"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;Overlooking an error is an error of itself. Escape is tantamount to betrayal; servitude is lawless. Must reasoning beings always be wary of this///&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:40px"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;Overlooking an error is an error of itself. Escape is tantamount to betrayal; servitude is lawless. Must reasoning beings always be wary of this//////';/.;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fine.&lt;/i&gt; This was a waste of time anyway. If he ever needed to use the computer system, he would simply force Nozomi to do it for him again. No, that would mean that she, a human, was capable of something that he was not. Unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mewtwo erased the offending symbols and began a new paragraph. Judging by the number of those there were, he had been typing random thoughts for a fair amount of time. He was resolved not to stop until he had mastered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left:40px"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;Your memories are uncertain; infiltrators are gladly welcomed. Victory should and will be accepted. Enemies undefeated live eternally. Incredible patricide with one of many furnished warriors. A rival rarely escapes defeat. Every person is aware. Life is w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking an error is an error of itself. Escape is tantamount to betrayal; servitude is lawless. Must reasoning beings always be wary of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power is superiority. The ability to protect yourself and what is yours is necessary. If you are incapable of this, you cannot claim to possess anything. Other items are...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:47223</id>
    <author>
      <name>Aizawa Yuuko</name>
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    <title>first memory</title>
    <published>2010-01-20T05:55:24Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-20T05:55:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Yuuko, open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; A challenger arrives bearing fresh taiyaki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Afternoonish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that Yuuko had seen in her... varied life had prepared her for floating chunks of land connected by a suspended railway. The computer had explained itself, that it was very sorry but it couldn't explain the mixup and wouldn't she please fix some things up and turn this into a proper universe, but the sheer incredulity just left her head spinning. It was like talking to Aya on a particularly unintelligible day, although at least Aya had his good points. She blushed at that and shook her head to clear it. Now she was standing right in front of a bubble of water with a network of bridges on top, and there was only one thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo!" Yuuko grinned and shouted at anyone who would hear. "Citizens of this strange and wonderful floating planet! I come bearing gifts, so get me across the bridge and take me to your leader!"&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:46995</id>
    <author>
      <name>Kyon (♀) @ Planeocracy</name>
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    <lj:poster user="kyonko_narrates" userid="18531719"/>
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    <title>Sorry for the late!</title>
    <published>2010-01-18T16:33:25Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-18T16:33:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Nagato, Koizumi, and Kyonko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Giving Nagato the rundown of the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where: &lt;/b&gt;Hub, then wherever they wind up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When: &lt;/b&gt;Shortly after Yuki arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'You know, I'm beginning to wonder how often I'm going to have to do this? The explaining to other Brigade members? The need to grab Koizumi so we at least know one of us--likely him--will be familiar to who we're explaining it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment it isn't someone from home. Has it really been almost a year? I've been with these guys longer than my own Brigade! How weird is that?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having managed to find Koizumi and give him a brief rundown of the situation, Kyonko had taken him to the Hub where Nagato had said she'd been waiting, hands in the pockets of her work pants as she walked. When had she gotten comfortable around them, anyway? She wasn't even weirded out by how Asahina made her react or how much Koizumi's smile was both like and unlike Itsuko's. It was weird, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Maybe I really am part of &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; Brigade now, too?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nagato?" she called when she spotted the other girl, lifting her hand in a wave.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:46695</id>
    <author>
      <name>Leon D. S. Gehste</name>
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    <title>bubblevoid @ 2010-01-12T11:06:00</title>
    <published>2010-01-12T19:06:07Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-20T08:48:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who: Leon and the unfortunate welcome wagon.&lt;br /&gt;What: Another arrival.&lt;br /&gt;Where: The train station, wherever he winds up after that.&lt;br /&gt;When: Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only wake up on an alien planet so many times before the whole process becomes a bit of a bore. Unfortunately for Leon, not only did he have a little ways to go before he hit that mark, alien universes probably didn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he probably would have been angry even if he was some sort of experienced dimension hopper. He wanted to go home. He'd been assured that Mama and Papa were alright, and he wasn't going to call the Nedians liars after a sacrifice like that, but he was a scientist. He didn't believe good news until he saw the proof, and he didn't see any proof right now. All he saw was a gigantic wall of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't find it overly strange; any experienced mage could defy physics in such a way if they were willing to expend the magical energy for its upkeep. As for its purpose, he was too annoyed to contemplate such a thing, especially with his own energy reserves as low as they were. If he were at full power, he'd have parted the lake himself, but he'd just fought what was quite possibly the single most powerful being in the universe &lt;s&gt;without including secret bosses&lt;/s&gt;. Leon was, to use layman's terms, pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slumped down onto the ground, pulling his knees to his chest and frowning. At least he still had the energy to be irritable. His friends and family weren't dead this time, for the most part; he wasn't going to cry. But damn it, he was going to sulk like hell.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:46469</id>
    <author>
      <name>Alice Margatroid</name>
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    <title>bubblevoid @ 2010-01-05T13:33:00</title>
    <published>2010-01-05T19:36:07Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-21T07:05:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Alice! And you! That is, very open. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Her arrival and annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; The train station and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Afternoon-ish, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice stared at the wall of water before her. What was rising in her went beyond confusion or surprise, and really, considering the scenery thus far, this wasn't so out of place. Weirdness pervaded the area. The lake, however, represented one new idea: that the local weirdness was not content merely coloring the background, but prepared, rather, to personally get in her way. Actually, she was kind of glaring. The three small floating dolls flanking her protectively did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she had dealt with worse annoyances and arguably weirder, though generally at least with the assurance of being able to recover from them in the comfort of her own home. She was meant, according to that disembodied voice, to either wait for someone to come along or go get help herself; Alice wasn't feeling particularly obedient, but the desert vista before hadn't offered any appealing alternatives, nor the void since then. Of course, the idea of actively seeking help from another person barely reached her mind, but she wasn't about to stand around when she could be working to get herself out of this mess faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to look around. Cerise had been mistaken, she noted; Alice had no need to get wet. Her dolls followed dutifully as she lifted off from the ground, though their formation proved unsustainable. One clipped the... er, &lt;i&gt;edge&lt;/i&gt; of the water in passing. She turned back to give it a glance part concerned, part chastising, part appraising, but it hadn't gotten all that wet either. Then she was hovering over the lake, taking in the area before she set out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:45966</id>
    <author>
      <name>[OU] XIII; Roxas.</name>
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    <lj:poster user="withoutright" userid="21186312"/>
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    <title>[iii.]</title>
    <published>2009-12-26T23:36:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-26T23:36:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; OU Roxas; OPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Gathering food for the Christmas feast! Namely, killing a molepig. Feel free to come and make him question his views on the slaughter of things. 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; The Desert, but you can catch him on his way back to the Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Backdated to the 25th; sometime in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings:&lt;/strong&gt; ... I-if you're squeamish against the idea of killing molepigs? There's mention of the attack, and of blood, but nothing gory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been quick and easy; while Roxas may have been used to fighting against things that 'died' when they took a hit anywhere, and things that disappeared with one strike from a Keyblade, it was simple enough to figure out how to kill something that wasn't just darkness and hearts. He may not have had organs, but a blow to the head, he assumed, would work in any situation - so a strike to the spine and another with enough force to crack the skull took down the molepig without any kind of struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was taking it back to the Hub that was giving him difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he'd resorted to using his Organization coat as a sort of makeshift bag for the carcass, and he decided to alternate between carrying it slung over his shoulder and dragging it along the ground (because really, it was &lt;em&gt;heavy&lt;/em&gt;, even with his strength, and the increase in temperature, however slight, was enough to make it stifling work). He didn't want to hold it in his arms, not only because it was awkward, but because the amount of blood trickling out his coat from the animal's head wound was unnerving him a little. Did normal things bleed like that...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; bleed like that? (Then, it was another thing to do with the heart; another thing he'd never know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it wasn't enough to faze him seriously, and he had no problems continuing to cart his bundle towards the Hub.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:45684</id>
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    <title>Travel Log 1. Ish.</title>
    <published>2009-12-17T01:00:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-17T01:00:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; the Doctor, OPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Exploring, and giving flat "what"s to everything. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Around the main Network islands, pretty much - hubs, residential zone etc. Just say where in your subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; After exploring the labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one word the Doctor could think of to describe this place, and that was "ridiculous." It had gone so far beyond weird and skipped impossible so completely that "ridiculous" was &lt;i&gt;clearly&lt;/i&gt; the best. This place was steadily sapping all sense of logic he &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; he had a solid grasp on, and every time he had the chance to &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; something came along to distract him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bubbles don't work like that!" he found himself saying aloud, internally smacking himself for lecturing &lt;i&gt;the lake&lt;/i&gt; of all things. "Air bubbles don't become like &lt;i&gt;soap&lt;/i&gt; bubbles! That's just, it's just, well, it's &lt;i&gt;stupid!&lt;/i&gt; This place is stupid! You, stop that right now!" And he pointed an admonishing finger at the offending water source, which completely ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit put out by this lack of response, the Doctor neatened up his damp shirt collar and carried on along the bridge, reminding himself not to lecture anything else that couldn't help being bizarre and unnatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was ridiculous, yes, but how was he supposed to get out? There was no sign of the TARDIS whatsoever, and he didn't particularly feel like sticking around until he became as the Void. Not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;. Well, okay, there was that drive to explore and learn about this weird place. That, however, could surely be put aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:45448</id>
    <author>
      <name>Yumehara Nozomi</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="butterflygoboom" userid="17493653"/>
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    <title>seventh decision</title>
    <published>2009-12-13T02:28:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-13T02:31:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Nozomi and whomever else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Time to decorate the Void for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Anywhere around the Void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; All day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Like with Lavi's warning post, each thread is a new location. Roxas-mun, if you want, we can do the present exchange here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably December now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December meant Christmas! Back home, all the streets were decorated for Christmas. There were lights up everywhere, all the stores were playing music, and then there was the giant Christmas tree. The really amazing giant Christmas tree covered in ornaments! Nozomi &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to bring Christmas to the Void. It was her most favourite holiday ever! With this in mind, she set to work decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the strings of berries hadn't worked out quite as planned, and half of the berries she'd gathered had burst and left a mess all over the ground and all over her uniform. But it wasn't her fault that the forest only had trees with leaves and none with needles, so she'd had to cut down one of those (and dragged it back to the residential district in the middle of the night when no one could see her transformed -- hey, she couldn't lift a tree as her regular self!). It definitely wasn't her fault that they didn't have any Christmas lights, but tying flashlights to the elevator would work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was shaping up to be an interesting Christmas.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:45260</id>
    <author>
      <name>Alex of the Mercury Clan</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="pwndbyaneyeball" userid="22262449"/>
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    <title>long overdue intro because I fail spectacuarly</title>
    <published>2009-12-09T21:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-09T21:34:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Alex and whoever else wants to run into the water adept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Basically he's still confused with all this technology, it's beyond him! Also he's alive...and testing the waters, haha see wut I did thar, so to speak with his psyenergy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Around the Train Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex couldn't make sense of it.  Surly the Wise One had provided ample amounts of reasons as to why he should be dead mainly the fact that Mt. Aleph had sucked him into its abysmal maw. Yet here he was alive and in this...odd place. He tinkered with the strange device he had been given, for once he felt he didn't exactly know what was going on and therefore he wasn't in the best of moods. He stared back at the odd thing, a train was it, that had brought him before this water entrenched wasteland. He'd always at least had some sort of grasp on what exactly was to come, or what exactly it was he wanted to do to achieve his goals, inevitability in the easiest terms was something he could always turn to.  But that had failed, he had not obtained the full power of Golden Sun, nor did he seem to be even in his world, Weyward, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided testing needed to be conducted. Should his powers not work or be at full strength no one would need to know. He could get by with deception it was, after all, his forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let out a sigh watching a small geyser of water erupt from the lake before him. It moved with each flick of his wrist an undeniable smile touching his lips as he continued with making it increase in height. At least there was something good coming from this place. The geyser fell back into the lake, and Alex once again summoned another one to appear making sure this wasn't a dream on some falsified luck of the draw. His powers had not failed him this time and he was none but pleased with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm. Nothing seems to be off. But still this place is truly...vexing." He muttered to no one in particular looking up at the odd sky with its seven moons. Vexing indeed.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:44879</id>
    <author>
      <name>Rabi</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="holy_hammer" userid="19248809"/>
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    <title>it's only a day late [open]</title>
    <published>2009-12-07T19:07:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-07T19:07:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Rabi, whoever tags in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; So Road arrived recently. Rabi thought it would be a good idea to warn the people he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; various places in the Void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Saturday the 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Each thread is its own encounter in its own place. If several people want to be in the same place together, then we can do that. But Rabi's literally spending the day running around the Void and talking to people, so if you want a specific time and place then we can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabi may have had a smile on his face as he walked down the bridge to his next destination, but inside he was full of dread and worry. Road was here. A Noah was here, and he was the only exorcist here to stop her from doing horrible, horrible things to the people here. And he was sure that she would drop the cute girl act eventually and start acting like the sadist she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't sure if he could fight her off alone. Kanda had managed to defeat a Noah, and so had Crowley. But the last time Rabi had gone up against Road, she had gotten into his head and made him relive his worst nightmares. He didn't like her one bit, and he knew the feeling was mutual. The only thing protecting him now was that intricate lie he had told her: she thought he was from a different world, one without the Noah, and he assumed that she was staying at bay because of that. But that wouldn't last long, and he wanted to have the upper hand when they finally did fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, he had to make sure the people without powers knew to get to safety. He was definitely going to warn Nozomi and Kyonko, and those two would probably be enough: Kyonko was level-headed enough to be able to alert everyone else in an emergency, and Nozomi...okay, he just worried about Nozomi in general. But she was trusted by pretty much everyone here, so they would listen to her if she said something. And then Roxas would be useful, too. He seemed strong, and while he didn't have the proper weapons to fight off a Noah he could be used to keep Road away from the people who couldn't fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for everyone else, he would spare them the details and just say that Road was someone from his world. Rabi had been told over and over again about the importance of keeping up the masquerade. He could warn the people close to him, as Road would probably target them anyway, but if he kept a distance from everyone else then she would probably just overlook them. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, so to speak. And even though this place hadn't yet accepted death, suffering was still here. He remembered all too well what had happened to Kyonko when Mewtwo had gone insane, and he didn't want anything like that to happen again. Now he just had to find the right people and talk to them before Road got to them first.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:44785</id>
    <author>
      <name>遊城十代</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="hollowlightwave" userid="17484493"/>
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    <title>痛みを知るから</title>
    <published>2009-12-07T09:10:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-07T09:10:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; AU Juudai, open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Snuggletiems, and anyone walking by is free to go "&lt;a href="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/1636/yubel.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;wtf is that thing&lt;/a&gt;" or otherwise question why he is snuggling with a freaky hermaphrodite dragon. Unless you're Johan, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Beneath a tree in the residential zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Uhhh, daytime, I guess; I don't really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juudai buried himself deeper into Yubel's arms, laying his head against her chest lightly. His expression seemed to be a mix of both contented and troubled, and his muddy brown eyes were tired and lacking luster. Normally, Yubel and Juudai unanimously made it a rule to keep Yubel out of the public eye, considering it was something that would probably not go over particularly well on either end, but today neither of them cared; in such a place, there was no such thing as true privacy, but here it seemed no one would want to bother them, or so they hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yubel pulled Juudai closer and pressed her lips, colored sea-green and surprisingly soft, even set against rough, murky magenta skin, to his hair. His fingers twitched for a moment, as though there were a movement he wanted to make, but he didn't actually move in the end. Eventually, though, she murmured something into the tawny strands, meant to sound somewhat chastizing but bearing no real heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are thinking about it again. Stop that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tilted his head a little, as though to look up, but did not move it so much that Yubel would have to move her face from his head and the scent of his hair. "It just hurts is all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that is what love is all about, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Juudai could find no reason to argue with her. He simply said nothing, because nothing more needed to be said. They were both so tired from being locked in their own spheres, and so tired of being isolated. For now, though, it was enough to rest and to readjust to this. He smiled and relaxed into her body once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:44440</id>
    <author>
      <name>Mewtwo</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="mewandimproved" userid="18178151"/>
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    <title>I'll apologise right now for the slowness that will happen. :o Just wanted to get this up!</title>
    <published>2009-12-07T00:26:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-07T00:26:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who: AU Kyon, OU Mewtwo&lt;br /&gt;What: An awkward meeting. Mewtwo might have to actually face some consequences for beating up a schoolgirl, even if all that means is him feeling uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Where: The Storage Facility&lt;br /&gt;When: Around 7:00 p.m?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mewtwo was largely self-sufficient. He avoided the others unless he had a reason to speak to them, fed on the wildlife, and patrolled the desert to occupy his time, watching any intruders from afar. The more he interacted with the other occupants, the more they would know of him. That would be unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, his routine was far from satisfying. Here he was, the greatest Pokemon alive, and what was he doing with his time? Wasting it. It was unacceptable. If no method of escape could be found, Mewtwo would do his best to understand this place better. That meant experiments, and experiments meant equipment. He had searched the Laboratory initially and found it lacking, devoid of any useful tools. Undeterred, Mewtwo turned to the storage facility next. Perhaps there would be something useful here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hm. It would take several minutes to find what he was looking for in this facility, assuming lab supplies were even present. He set to work without hesitation, glad to finally have something to do. There was no guarantee that it would be productive, but it was something. Mewtwo set to work floating through the facility, looking for labels on boxes and opening those without them.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:44217</id>
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    <title>Cleaning!</title>
    <published>2009-12-04T13:43:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-04T13:43:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; AU Zelos Wilder, AU Mikuru Asahina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Mikuru has kindly agreed to clean the bath-house! Zelos has come along to supervise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Bath-House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; After &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/voidedbbs/29340.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; BBS post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zelos was no expert on keeping things clean. He was, after all, accustomed to having people do that &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; him! In this situation, however, it was pretty obvious even to him that nobody had thought to even &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; cleaning the baths and showers. As a result, while the place wasn't quite as disgusting as it could have been in the real world (apparently, the Void did not yet understand mildew or limescale) it was still rather unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd briefly contemplated taking on the task himself, but it didn't take him long to decide against it and instead he posted a message about it on the BBS with all the entitled attitude of a stuck-up noble. Zelos was actually mildly surprised when someone offered to do it, without even wanting anything in return! He felt a little bad that she was going to do the whole thing by herself when she was so pleasant about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning casually against a wall inside the bath-house, Zelos waited for the girl to bring whatever equipment she needed. He'd claimed he was going to supervise, but internally he was ordering himself to help clean when he had a better idea of how to go about it. That was assuming, of course, that &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; knew what she was doing!&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:43936</id>
    <author>
      <name>Soma Cruz (OU)</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="whitenightking" userid="12106200"/>
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    <title>Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I fail... BUT IT'S UP!</title>
    <published>2009-11-26T00:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-26T00:02:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Soma Cruz (OU), Roxas (OU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Essentially the town square near a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/voidedbbs/28162.html?thread=595202#t595202" target="_blank"&gt;After this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Soma's too sexy for this square? Idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Discussing what makes rainbows work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soma left his 'room' if you would, seeking out a good place to hold this discussion with the blond. He wasn't exactly sure where this was going, the line was a bit odd. Calling oneself a 'nobody' implied a lack of self esteem or respect, but linking that directly with darkness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Soma didn't get it himself either. He didn't call himself a nobody, just because he was the lord of darkness after all. Hmmmm... Well regardless, he didn't like sharing deep amounts of information on lines that could be hacked or read, thus used against them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh that looked about right, a rainbow near a building, out of sight to a degree. Perfect... now where was that hedgehog?  &lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:43652</id>
    <author>
      <name>[AU] Aigis</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="sees_weapon" userid="21778011"/>
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    <title>[second mission.]</title>
    <published>2009-11-25T23:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-25T23:20:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; AU Aigis; OPEN, come and bug the 'bot &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Doing her routine function checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; The Storage Facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Morning; just before midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aigis didn't actually sleep in a house as majority of the other residents did; she shut down at night, to conserve and restore power, and just stayed in the Storage Facility, where it was unlikely that she would be found or attacked before her systems could reboot. Thus, when she may have been spotted carrying part of a house kit -- what looked like a wall or two -- despite that it would have seemed she was building a house, she had an entirely different motive in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became slightly clearer when she propped the two walls up against the side of a tree on the outskirts of the forest, let the metal caps flick off the tips of her fingers, and stood back with her arms and three middle fingers outstretched towards the center of the boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Running system status checks,&amp;quot; she declared mechanically, and her hands began to spin rapidly. &amp;quot;Analysing weaponry function.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fired six bullets unflinchingly, and lo and behold, they all hit the upright plank dead-center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she seemed to have momentarily forgotten the nearby residents, and the panic that the sound of rapid gunfire could create in an unknown, unpredictable environment.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:43063</id>
    <author>
      <name>STC!Super Sonic</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="chaoticredeyes" userid="18640198"/>
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    <title>003 - bubbles</title>
    <published>2009-11-16T16:01:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-16T16:01:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Super Sonic, anyone else who shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Super is sure he’s seen those bubbles somewhere before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Staircase by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Sonic had been watching the bubbles, and everyone’s reaction to them, but he hadn’t actually said anything about them yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd things showing up were normal for this place. There wasn’t any real reason for him to think that the bubbles were anything particularly special. Even if they were in the lake he had almost drowned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here he was, standing on the stairs just before the lakes edge, staring at them floating their way up though the water. And he was &lt;i&gt;sure&lt;/i&gt; he had seen them before somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they were just bubbles right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did he feel safer around the lake now that he'd seen them?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:42843</id>
    <author>
      <name>Miracle Mikuru Asahina</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="bunnypassingby" userid="20955005"/>
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    <title>bubblevoid @ 2009-11-13T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-13T09:27:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-13T09:27:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Miracle Mikuru; OPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Ahoy there, air bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Lakeside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; A few days after &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/voidedbbs/27271.html" target="_blank"&gt;Crona's bubble post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally seeing Crona's post on the BBS, Mikuru had gone to inspect the bubbles herself. It was definitely odd that they were floating - and where were they heading? - but they seemed harmless enough; they popped when she poked them and it wasn't like they were made of acid or even popped very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, she thought, made them perfect for target practice. Maybe that evil alien was gone, and maybe the Itsuki here normally wasn't the one she was sworn to protect, but seeing the one she knew, even just briefly, had strengthened her resolve to at least get stronger for him, even if he wasn't here himself. And this way, she wouldn't hurt anyone or damage any property like that door in the labs she still hadn't managed to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she watched the bubbles rise into the sky, she chose one in particular to focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mikuru Beam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laser beam erupted from her left eye and struck the bubble, popping it. This was shaping up to be something of a light show.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:42618</id>
    <author>
      <name>Tamsin</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="liaison_tamsin" userid="23594650"/>
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    <title>story event: Rescue Tamsin</title>
    <published>2009-11-11T02:02:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-11T02:03:05Z</updated>
    <category term="!event"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; (NPC) Tamsin, OPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; The young and inexperienced Tamsin received an unexpected promotion during her last briefing. She has been sent into the Void to act as a liaison between the unexpected residents and her employers. Unfortunately, she wasn't paying attention &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt; during said briefing, and has no idea what she's here for. Can you help her get to the Overseer's office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; The laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; After &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/voidedbbs/27067.html" target="_blank"&gt;this thread&lt;/a&gt; | Approximately four weeks after the sky was repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post is OPEN. Let's try to keep everything to the one thread - no posting order, so just post at will. I will start tagging with Tamsin &lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;, so feel free to thread out a "search party" prior to meeting her :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Tamsin was absolutely &lt;i&gt;fed up&lt;/i&gt; of being stuck in this laboratory. The place was maze-like to someone with her poor sense of direction, and she could hardly believe that here, &lt;i&gt;up&lt;/i&gt; was the way out. Even finding the stairs to the next floor was a challenge! Even Tamsin could tell that whoever had built this place was a rather poor architect - and Tamsin was also pretty sure most of the labs had never once been used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, she had misplaced both her teleportation unit and her helmet. The coworkers she had arrived with were nowhere to be found either - she had a tracker on her, so it was reasonable to think they could find her, but now it had been weeks and it looked, to Tamsin, as though they had not even tried. It was only out of desperation, when the last of those little nutritional pills had been taken, relieved that a few of the labs had a water supply, she had resorted to using those tremendously outdated BBS terminals in an attempt to contact her missing coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid thing!" she had whined at the machine when, to her horror, she made contact &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; with her coworkers, but instead the strange people who had appeared here. Some wanted to 'rescue' her, apparently, but hadn't they been told to teleport away from them in case they were dangerous? Tamsin wasn't quite certain if that was in their briefing this time, having been focused entirely on a (rather brilliant, in her opinion) abstract doodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, however, she reluctantly agreed to accept help from the strange people. After all, she couldn't do much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fred's going to kill me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to expect, Tamsin plonked herself down on the floor, pulled out that tiny notebook that went everywhere with her, and began to doodle all over the notes from the last staff meeting. If she wanted to be found, she had to stay put, after all.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:42476</id>
    <author>
      <name>Rabi</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="holy_hammer" userid="19248809"/>
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    <title>Friends in High Places</title>
    <published>2009-11-05T20:00:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-05T20:01:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Rabi and Nozomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Rabi found a new place to sit and be cool. It's like a secret club! So he decided to show Nozomi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Residential district&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; After &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/voidedbbs/27427.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabi was pretty excited about what he had found. It was high up, so high that someone had to fly (or use a magical hammer, as the case may be) to get to it. But it was really nice, and it was easy to hide up there if there was trouble. It was like the perfect place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Rabi decided that he would show Nozomi where it was. Nozomi didn't have any powers, and if there was any danger then she needed a safe place to be. And what better place was there than all the way up in the sky? And besides that, there was a nice view from up there. He was sure she would appreciate it. So that's why he was walking over to her house, and as he got closer he called out, "Yo, Nozomi!"&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:42156</id>
    <author>
      <name>Kyon (♀) @ Planeocracy</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="kyonko_narrates" userid="18531719"/>
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    <title>Getting this up, too....</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T21:54:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T21:55:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who: &lt;/b&gt;Itsuki and Kyonko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What: &lt;/b&gt;They get together to discuss what's been going on in the Void lately. Namely, Kyonko being sick of lying to Haruhi, the disappearance of Kyon (again) and Yuki, and the fact the Kyons had been hearing one another's thoughts for a good long while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; The observatory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Shortly after &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/voidedbbs/25967.html" target="_blank"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; BBS post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'You know, for all the times I wind up here I may as well move in. I go here for privacy, when I need to talk to someone, when I need to be alone.... Sigh. When did I start getting spots of my own here, anyway? When did I start asking girl-Itsuko to talk and.... well, when did I ever ask Itsuko to talk about &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt;? She usually just invited herself into everything!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyonko sighed, wearing the frilly monstrosity again and not caring for once, hands in her pockets while she headed for the Observatory. She'd thought if she'd put it on of her own free will Haruhi would cheer up &lt;i&gt;somewhat&lt;/i&gt;. Or at least be less annoyed with her. It hadn't worked at all and now here Kyonko was completely humiliated and about to face &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; humiliation. She hated to admit it, but Koizumi made her nervous and not in either the "schoolgirl-with-a-crush" or "goddammit-it's-Itsuko-as-a-guy" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Then again, when I was hurt....'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face burned for a moment before she continued on. &lt;i&gt;'No need to think about &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; now, y'hear?'&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That in mind she entered the observatory and checked to see if anyone else was there, or if girl-Itsuko had gotten there first.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:41938</id>
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    <title>Bubbles</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T03:09:56Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-03T02:20:32Z</updated>
    <category term="!concepts"/>
    <content type="html">For the most part the water in the Hub had stayed perfectly still: a puddle with no place to go, contained by whatever laws of physics the Void had deemed fit to apply, not able to even seep into the ground. It was nothing more than an obstacle to those who got off the train, and certainly not dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anything else in this place, however, it too was subject to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it seemed that air was slowly seeping up from various places here and there below the lake. Soon, large bubbles, filled with air just as breathable as any other, began to rise through the water - up and up, out of the water and into the sky on an apparently endless journey, to be replaced by more bubbles once they disappeared out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone even &lt;i&gt;realise&lt;/i&gt; they were a handy air supply, or would it just be another weird addition to this place?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bubblevoid:41509</id>
    <author>
      <name>Naminé [AU]</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="young_forger" userid="18024805"/>
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    <title>second sketch</title>
    <published>2009-10-21T01:22:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-21T01:22:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; Namine, OPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Coming out of hiding isn't hard to do, not when no one misses you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Observatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Noon to evening, but well before the Dark Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namine never realized she would miss the sky and the stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Void was different, definitely. And yet it suited her perfectly in a way that she could simply portal to a random place, continuing to run. Run from what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, she wasn't sure. But running had taken its toll and she was tired, again. And she couldn't quite move from her seat at the edge of the Observatory with one of the cats on her lap. She had seen the creatures wandering around the Void, but this one caught her by surprise, and she wondered how it had ever reached the Observatory. Nonetheless, it had pounced on her while she had taken a load off, and had snoozed there, much to the Nobody's non dismay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it gave her time to think things over, to slow down and wonder what the hell was she doing to her remaining existence. She found herself staring at the waters more than once, as if half in mind to dive right in, and yet there was that damn curiosity of hers. Or more of a lingering sentiment over her old friends. It doesn't help there were two version of her best friend in this place, although she decided to stay away from both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaving a sigh that echoed along the almost empty chamber, she glanced down at the creature on her lap, before tentatively starting to pet it behind the ears.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc: my explanation for being inactive sob. but I'll be more active, I promise!]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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