ungodly: little trouble girl, sonic youth (twenty five.)
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You can't be serious. This.. is a dream, right? This cannot be happening.

[ A very, very heavy sigh, and a bit of a whimper. ]

I guess it's gotta be real. But I was about to..! Ugh! Dammit! Why did this have to happen? [ A pause, while she gathers her bearings. When she speaks, she sounds quite exasperated. ] Look, people can hear me, yeah? Someone needs to tell me what's going on. Now. Please? And how I can go back, because there's something I have to do.

And, um, I'm Heather, I guess. This is so dumb..
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Does anyone here ever feel like time doesn't move at the same pace all the time?

[Roxas is recording this post from the front window of his coffee shop, off his shift and therefore free to chat it up with the network. The (for now) light drizzle seems to have put him in a contemplative mood again.]

Not just when you're really bored on a slow afternoon and just want to skip ahead a few hours. (I know minutes are longer than 60 seconds then.) It's just...in a few days I'll have been here for two years. Two years. And I know that's right, but it doesn't seem like it's true.

[He chuckles and takes the last sip of to-go coffee.]

I remember when I counted time in days. Sometimes weeks. A year seemed like a lifetime. [A sadder expression appears on his face for a fleeting moment.] Maybe it was a lifetime, because I'm definitely living a different life than I was when I arrived. Sometimes I feel like a completely different person.

But it's been good. Even with the darkness, and even though really bad things have happened. Good things have, too. I've gotten to know people I never would have spoken to otherwise, and not just people from different worlds. I'm grateful for that. It hurts when people leave, but I think it's better than not knowing them at all.

So I guess I want to say...thanks. However long I stay here, it's been worth it.

[He peers out the window, then straightens up.] Looks like the rain's letting up a little. I'm gonna go get some errands done.

[ooc: Roxas, as an early victim of the Wiles of Memory plot, certain aspects of his memory have been removed or changed; however, he is not aware of this yet. Perhaps conversation in the comments will trigger a realization? Open to action.]
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[ The voice-only post is unusual for Lois, but she sounds distinctly irritated. ]

The topic of the hour seems to be Valentine’s Day. It’s all about love [ there is faint irony in her voice ] and that always makes people a little unhinged. So, I thought I’d weigh in. [ She takes a deep breath. ]

Valentine’s Day is worthless. Think about it. For couple, there’s stress to make the day good, or else. It makes getting dumped just before or just after sucks. For anyone single, it’s only good for getting utterly smashed and binging on over-priced chocolate.

All right, so not worthless. The post-V-day chocolate sale is worthwhile.

Besides, something always goes wrong on Valentine’s—though nothing can be worse than last year. [ After all, what’s worse than getting turned Stepford by some bizarre form of Kryptonite, right? ] But really, it’s about advertising telling you to arbitrarily set aside February 14th for romance. Sure, birthdays or anniversaries are annual too, but those are personal.

[ ’My name is Kal-El, of Krypton—’

Finally, her tone turns positively mischievous.
] If you need to be reminded to choose one arbitrary day each year to be romantic?

You’re doing it wrong.

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