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[doneproperly]

[Well, what else do you do when you're being kept awake at 2 in the morning? Post to the network anonymously with the hopes of relieving your anxieties, obviously.]

What do you do when you think you were fine with something, but then only weeks or months later discover that perhaps you actually aren't?

On a completely unrelated point: those of you who are dead back home, how do you cope with that knowledge? Feel free to respond anonymously if you wish-- I find it more cathartic, especially where personal questions are concerned.

On another completely unrelated point: I am now taking suggestions for sleeping aids.

(no subject)

[inmyothertights]

If this is your cat, can you come get him, he's terrorizing my employees.

[Hey, guess what Dorian, he still has a business, stfu.]

And is it just me or has this month been particularly trying?

[video]

[doubleblind]

[The video feeds starts with a dark room, followed by a flurry of movement as Cosima rushes round turning on every light in the seemingly empty lab. When Cosima comes into the frame, she looks pale and exhausted, no amount of eye makeup can hide the dark circles under her eyes. Despite the fact that she looks less than healthy, she's moving around the lab frantically, barely stopping long enough to be seen on the feed.]

Two questions. First of all, if anyone can tell me how long I was gone for, that'd be awesome. It feels like months? Weeks? Days? I get why people seemed to be so unsure when they return from those porter glitches or whatever we're calling them.

[She stops to cough, clear her throat, and cough again.]

Second, anyone want to help me completely revamp this lab? I have some serious research that needs to get done and the quicker I get this place up to the standard of my setup back home, the better.

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[insinerate]

[The sun has nearly set, but from in between pearly white panels of lace curtains, the last of its molten glow is still visible, the horizon on fire—a befitting backdrop for one Yuri Petrov. Known to some, still a stranger to others, and so very weary despite the freshness of his fine-featured middle-aged face, he affords his audience a subdued smile, one that, were it not for his mismatched dress-outs, might give the impression that he is fresh from a spa visit and not a month spent in a power-dampened prison cell.]

I'll keep this brief.

[Or as brief as anyone as incessantly long-winded as him could ever hope to.]

My name, for those of you who do not know, is Yuri Petrov. Once, not all that long ago, I also called myself Lunatic and, in April of this year, I attempted and failed to take the life of Ken Kaneki. Shortly after confessing to this offense I was tried, found guilty, and incarcerated. However, the imprisonment of imPorts is unfortunately short-lived in this world, and as of today...I have been released.

I thought you all should know; call it a courtesy, if you will, the only one I am fit to offer you at present.

[Better it should come from him, in other words, lest people think that he's attempting to hide again, and that won't do at all. Not if he's hoping to appear, or actually intending to attempt being committed to change.]

It should please you all to know that my freedom is not without its limitations. I've been denied access to my abilities for the time being, a strict curfew has been implemented for me to follow, and as many of you who've been in my position know, I must also answer to an imPort probation officer. Jonathan Joestar will, I'm sure, happily receive your comments and concerns if you should have any.

[As the last of the sun's light behind him begins to fade and Yuri turns his head to gaze out the window, he concludes his broadcast with one final somber thought...]

I'm sure there are many of you with opinions you're eager to voice. Let's hear them, then.

[Video]

[wassamatterwithue]

[the video clicks on to show a living room. more specifically, a sofa. even more specifically, a sofa where Kogami is currently sprawled for a nap.

but even more specifically, the notable thing about this view is the small grey tabby curled up on Kogami's chest in a perfect little ball of cat. it is notable because it is adorable, and that is exactly the reason Akane is showing it to everyone.

she turns the camera to face herself, smiling as she holds a finger to her lips in a "shh" motion without the accompanying sound.]

[she speaks softly, tone good-natured and teasing.] Someone has grown very fond of him.

It seems you have some competition, Aerith-san.

audio;

[rideme]

All right. Sound off. Raise your hand, whatever.

Anybody else here got a problem with your ... new power crap suddenly doing things it really shouldn't be doing? I don't mean like shooting fire out of your ass.

I mean like suddenly that papercut you got a couple weeks back suddenly decided it would be fun to pop open again. Out of nowhere. While you're wearing white.

[He's exaggerating that last bit. He wasn't wearing white. But he thought it was necessary to add for clarification.]

[Anyone else suddenly have old injuries reappearing, long after they've been healed?]

[ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ]

[puppydoctor]

If anyone knows the dog who's been repeatedly peeing on the Nonah Medical Center's front doors, please tell him to stop.

That's all.

[Make fun all you want, imPorts. George has been personally victimized by a cute dog for the last time in his (after)life.]

audio

[akito]

What do you do when a constant external factor prevents you from moving forward with the practical application of your research?

[ qubie qubie qubie months of work and all he has to show for it is what is essentially a glorified ham radio he is very sad. all the sad. time to move back to the nanite research. ]

And has anyone here with shapeshifting abilities given themselves an extra appendage, removed it, and then studied how the nanites react to it?



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