This community is a combination of different worlds, a...conglomerate of societies, different social structures, political views and even time spans. My question is this -- what makes each world unique? What is it about your world that makes it different from any other one?

[DISCUSS AMONGST YOURSELVES]

I thought we could do something a little different today! I was browsing around the rest of the internet and came across something called a friending meme. We all fill out this form, comment here with it, and then see if there's anyone we'd like to be friends with. Let's meet new people and have fun, okay? I'll post first so you can see an example.

Here's the form:
<small>☇<B>NAME</B> »</small> <small>☇<B>AGE</B> »</small> <small>☇<B>OCCUPATION</B> »</small> <small>☇<B>WORLD</B> »</small> Describe your world a little here! Include the year and maybe if anyone else from it is on the community, so we can all draw an accurate mental picture. <small>☇<B>HOBBIES</B> »</small> <small>☇<B>WHAT DO YOU LOVE AND HATE MOST ABOUT DDD?</B> »</small> <small>☇<B>WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A FRIEND?</B> »</small> <small>☇<B>ANYTHING ELSE</B> »</small>

[Mag walks into Ryo's apartment, wearing her work outfit. After she pockets her keys, she looks to see that no one is in the apartment. She takes off her coat and walks into her room, closing the door behind her.

A few minutes later, Ryo opens the door to the apartment, clearly just getting back from work. He puts away his coat, glancing around to see no one is there. He walks through the apartment and goes into his room, closing the door behind him.

Mag walks out of her room wearing a bathrobe, carrying her clothes and a towel under one arm. She walks into the the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

After a few moments, Ryo walks out of his room, wearing a towel around his waist. Without thinking, he goes to walk into the bathroom.

There's a sudden, very feminine screeech before you can hear Ryo yelp "AHHH I'M SORRY MAG I'M SORRY!" and quickly exits the bathroom. You can catch a quick glance of Mag trying to cover herself with a towel (badly).

And, as soon as the door is shut, Ryo adds unhelpfully, "I SWEAR I SAW NOTHING!"]

Is it wrong to love a person even after he has changed so much and has become someone nearly unrecognizable?

I see your pain and suffering still exists.

What are you going to do about it?

Let's chat about souls, shall we?

Specifically about preventing them leaving the body, or restoring them once they have. And please don't tell me that it's impossible; it's happened before, although the method is not currently available to me.

[When the video screen actually starts to work, there's a young man with curly hair poking at it. Because a few seconds ago, it hadn't been listening, and now, since he was apparently reflected on it, he figured it had decided to behave.]

Auch, this thing does not seem to vant to vork. [At least it was now? Or so it seemed; it may just be pretending.]

Vell. I think it is on now.

[And that's him clearing his throat, looking properly at the vid screen.] I hawe newer actually used this kind of thing before, but I notice few members of the crew using it, and it seemed...fun, yes?

But, I am not quite sure how this, eh, is supposed to go.

If you lost someone important to you, would you throw away every reminder of them?

[locked to Asuka]

...that was you at the Halloween party, wasn't it?

Hello again, Duck Journal. I see not so much has changed with you, being as I still don't get half of what any of y'all are talking about, though to be frank I'd probably be worried if I ever did. I will say I'm moseying on over your way today of my own volition which is a change. Feeling sort of sentimental, thinking about how different things are.

A year ago today, I was in Miami hunting down-- Well, that's a little unprofessional, attempting to locate-- An individual by the name of Tommy Bucks. They called him a Zip. I didn't know what that was then but I found out from some locales that it means one of them hired types that comes across that big blue ocean just to do some dirty deals here in the States. If they end up in jail, no one cares because no one even knows their name. So, Tommy is a zip and he's been here 20 years, they'd say. I didn't really care much about that then.

Tommy Bucks wasn't his name though, just what they called him. Real name was Tommy Bitoniti but he was a Zip so no one cared about that. They called him Tommy Bucks cause he was always wearing those fancy suits. You know, the expensive ones with the skinny little ties. He looked like a million Bucks-- Tommy Bucks. Clever, I guess.

Anyway, I took care of that then and that's why I'm here now. Not much else to say about it. I'm probably not even supposed to be telling you about all this considering the case against me, not that it weren't justified.

Oh well.