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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[Asch has a balled up blanket clutched tightly to himself, and he's walking very carefully towards home. He's glancing around, as if to make sure no one is watching as he carries whatever it is he's holding. He keeps looking back over his shoulder, also, as he has a feeling that he's being followed... But he always turns back to his blanket, making sure it's still safe. The blanket occasionally moves a bit, although whenever it does Asch is careful to move it back into place.]

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[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[It's been a while since this particular Luke has gone anywhere...he's been pretty much dead for a while; so dead, actually, that when he wakes up, he gets this eerie "sleeping for 20 years" feeling. First thing he does when he sits up, is check his iPod, only to realize its as dead as he was. Great. He peers around and recognizes this place, then wonders if anyone recognizes him, but more importantly, he wonders if anything has changed.]

[This Luke = Modern Luke. He's been here before, but he might have trouble remembering you if you talk to him.]

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[fononphase.livejournal.com]

[For once, this hermit isn't selling weird things for his lemonade stand. Somewhere in the quieter places of the dressingroom, where the possibility of population is hopefully zero, there's a Colonel. He was sitting in the middle of the field, staring out to space. It seems he has no interests in anything, but the area before him.

Actually, he was staring at the rows of pumpkins in the field. And maybe a crow or two.]

Hopefully, this spot is more quieter and peaceful. Everywhere else is just noisey.

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[fonmasterpink.livejournal.com]

[Hello, abyssdressing! You might see a familiar looking young woman walking around your streets, frowning like a newcomer might. She pauses after a bit of wandering around, and puts her hands on her hips. Some habits never die, you know?]

[She speaks up to the sky as if addressing some unseen presence.]

All right, all right. I promise I won't stay up ridiculously late to look at reports anymore, okay? Especially if it means having weird dreams like this!

Can I please wake up now? The cathedral won't run itself, you know!

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[gloriousrequiem.livejournal.com]

...It begins.