Question -- well. Questions, actually.

Did you feel like you were forced to make the secrets or like you voluntarily provided them?

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What has the community done on Halloween so far? And should I get a costume to have on hand for it?

Do people here find themselves talking to a lot of people from the same world? Even though they don't have to actually see them in person and run into them together?

Sorry. I'm not sure how I wanted to put that.

Not that I don't appreciate the much-needed break from computer lab, but cutting into my shopping time is a crime I can't ignore, DDD! So what gives? Are you infecting me, or is this some kind of pushy advertising scheme? Gotta say, I think you're good to go on the attention-grabbing aspect, even if the site is a little bland, but this no going away business is just annoying. What's a girl got to do to buy some shoes?

I told my mom there were other people writing in my new journal, but she thought I was playing a game. When I tried to show her there wasn't anything there.

How did you do that?

Um... hello, community.

I think some of you might have an answer for this, so I wanted to ask, but if you don't, that's okay. You see, I found some things, stories, that is, and I suppose our lives are interesting enough to write about, but...

Is killing somebody or making them evil in your story because you want the person they're with to be with someone else... um, is that common? I mean, in most people's cases? It seems to happen a lot in the stories about my friends and I. I know these people can do whatever they want, but still, I, um.

I'm kind of scared.

(Retasu has discovered ff.net. Have I mentioned that her canon is a badfic magnet and that her canonmates were the Die For Our Ship page image for ages?)

Mou... I won't want to work on this homework anymore... I wonder if Haruka-papa would let me go outside and play...

[The dark haired girl is slumped in her chair with her feet propped up on the table. Violet eyes peer curiously at the screen. She looks around before sitting up and peering closer at the screen]

I don't remember going on this website...

[she clicks around] H-hello?

[Hello, community of the Ducks. You're tuning in to see a scruffy-looking man attempting to wash dishes in what... might be considered a kitchen. Everything looks half-finished. There are no real walls for the most part - only frame. It looks like the man lives on a construction site - that has water and electricity... sort of.

It seems that he is alone and yet be glances across the room with a scowl and begins talking.]

Stuart, shut up. If you think you can do a better job washing the dishes then come over here and show me.

[He pauses like he's listening to a reply.]

My bad luck.

[OOC: If you have a character who can see ghosts then feel free to have them be able to see and hear the ghost on the left side of Frank - Stuart. He's a fussy ghost who was killed in college during a hazing gone wrong. His words, in reference to Frank's pathetic dish washing, were -
That's disgusting! AND You know I can't.]

What do you do for fun?

[Mag appears onscreen smiling and gives a tiny little wave. She's wearing a stylish pair of glasses, which she pinches the side of.]

What do you think? I've been wearing contacts for a while now, but I thought I'd get a pair of glasses just in case. The contacts I can wear when I go to sing at the hotel, but I can wear the glasses when I'm at the apartment.

[She pushes the glasses up her nose.] Do they look alright?

[It isn't often that Eridan does a video post, and it isn't clear at first if this one is on purpose at all. Eridan is standing in a room in the Veil, dark in the corners and full of nondescript lab equipment, with stone walls and a stone floor, a few stools here and there, and some large treasure trunks. He stands very still for a few moments, breathing very heavily and clenching and unclenching ring-adorned fists. He's dressed in his usual garb - a long-sleeved black t-shirt with his aquarius symbol in violet, striped pants, striped scarf, and long, flowing purple cape.

His face is twisted into an expression somewhere between raw rage and complete crushing depression, there are angry tears in his eyes, and he does a full-body twitch before speaking in a rough voice with a wavy accent.]

It's upright fuckin'...completely stupid...not fair. It isn't fuckin' fair. I hate this! I fuckin' hate all of it!

Fuck SGRUB! Fuck it. I was fuckin' on top of the wworld if I could just find someone to fill a mothergrubfuckin' quadrant wwith evven to trick the drones I'd have been so fuckin MADE! Violet-blood fuckin' sea-dwweller on top of the fuckin' hemospectrum, already independently fuckin' wwealthy as all fin-bleedin' bad afterlife and friends with Her Future Fuckin' Condescension!

Wwhat the FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVVE THIS, HUH???!!!

[He twitches again, then lashes out and grabs one of the stools, lifting it and slamming it against one of the computer consoles with a strength surprising for his lanky frame, breaking it into pieces and then throwing them hard across the room. He makes a sort of indiscriminate anger-hurt wail, and kicks one of the trunks. It obviously hurts, and he yelps, but then grabs at it and lifts it in a fit of endorphin-fueled rage and throws that against the console too.]

Take your stupid fuckin' Vveil and your stupid fuckin' game and your stupid fuckin' empty gogdamn promises of a new fuckin' wworld wwhere wwe'd be gods! I am so bloody sick a fuckin' promises NO ONE KEEPS! And everyone fuckin' leaves, and nothin' is ever fuckin' FAIR!!!

DAMMIT!

[He kicks at some of the debris on the floor again.]

I wwant...m-my fuckin'...future...back...

[And with that, the rage leaves him, and he crosses over to one of the corners, squatting on his own feet, arms around his knees, hiding in the shadow so only the glint off his glasses and rings is really visible.]

Glub.