[ABRUPT VOICE POST IS A GO! Sounds as if someone just stepped into water, and there's some trashing, possibly because this hit her harder than she thought it would]

-- AH! LET ME GO! DIMITRI! VLADIMIR!

[Sounds of silence]

Oh, n- Oh, great...! I didn't die! I just... ended up in some kind of fountain with my freakin' pajamas. Because that's better than falling off a boat.

My luck is just that awesome.

[She's standing up, muttering to herself, and looking around]

Oh, great. Just great. Take a boat, he says. We'll get there quicker. It's completely safe- SO much for it being SAFE, huh, Dimitri?!

... What the- Ow, something's poking me. [Sounds of something rubbing against the device][END VOICE POST]

Gun powder and gun smoke.

Gee, I really wanted to be smelling that again. It makes me think of home, along with the fact it's more bearable, temperature-wise.

There's something really potent about it. AHA, no, I'm losing it.

But no offense, guys, any sort of history lesson about revolutions makes my stomach churn.

Is anyone not exploding things tonight?

Oookayyy?

You know what? Nuts with any other Halloween decoration.

This is.

The creepiest.

I think I heard someone made the term "of the basement cat" with these type of things. Whatever that means.

Do you ever get the feeling that you should know more about something, or at least pay attention to it? What's the term they call us? Oh, yeah... it's called disenchanted youth. That's what it is.

Maybe I SHOULD be paying attention more to the events that happen in my world. I get this nagging feeling that paying attention in political or country matters concerns me. Like, there's some sort of unexplainable feeling that it concerns me.

Oh, yeah. I know. I know it's scary not remembering who you were or where you came from. Believe me, it still makes me upset, when I see people talk about family. I won't admit I'm really jealous of anyone. I can press on a smile and keep the act going. But it does bother me more than you'll know. I won't find out who I am here, I think. I had that chance back at home.

But it's a tiny feeling that grows more. Sure intuition is laughable, but it hasn't been wrong so far.

Though then again, what sort of sign was this? Seriously, though. I can't think of a time I've been more confused than right now, and maybe...

Maybe that's the scariest part of all for someone who has been confused most of their lives.

...

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PASTA PARTY
Come to building twelve, apartment 72! JUST ASK FOR ANYA ♥

That's right, bring your ingredients! Don't worry, sauce? Absolutely covered! Although some pesto, garlic bread, maaaybe even alfredo sauce will work? C'mon, who could say "no" to free food? You would have to be crazy.

Too soon? Nah, not really. It was harmless at first, but you have to make the most of things, right?

Right.

[ooc; She's serious :|]

Hey, how are all of you doing? Did we get nasty stains from the crows, or blew up something?

I'M BORED. Even if we don't know each other, come say hello ♥

( Private; and hackable if you care )

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YOU KIDS STOP THROWING EGGS AT THE DOORS!!

GEEZ. I AM SO GLAD I'M EIGHTEEN TODAY, AND NOT EIGHT. So. Many. BRATS.

Augh, wake me up when it's OVER.

GUESS WHAT.

I don't CARE if you're better than me at something or that you're better than everyone. I've got something REALLY relevant to say:

NO ONE CARES

Lather, wash, rinse, and .

Okay, so.

ANYONE. Is there ANYONE not affected or at least remotely interesting today?