First they're ripping people out of their natural timelines and doing who KNOWS what kind of damage to the dimensional rift, and now they're giving us the internet or whatever to communicate after being poked and prodded for hours.
They've got some screwed up sense of welcome here.
I just got here, but I'm thinking I should introduce myself. There are other people by my name here, so that's probably for the best.
My name's Peter Petrelli, at least I think it's Petrelli. Don't know too much about myself, but I'm supposed to be heading to an apartment with a girl named Asuka (think that's her name) in a bit.
Playing in snow, making snow men, other poetic language. We lack this kind of youthful experience here in Babylon, but we can bring it back.
Next election, which comes up in a month I think, vote to bring back winter. Short one, long one, doesn't matter. Think of the cold people! We can't be cool on our own, you know.
So this is the network~ It's interesting. I like it, I think it'll be useful!
And, I see some new people! My name's Penny. Welcome to Babylon! This whole thing might be stressful right now (I know it was for me when I arrived), and it really is kind of unfair that we were called here, but you'll adjust with time, I promise.
I live in The Aquarius, Room 105, and you're welcome to stop by if you need something, or just feel like saying hi. :) Don't worry about my roommate, he's kind of stuck that way.
My name is Vilma Fachiri, and I've been in Babylon for almost six months. I can't say it differs from most other places that I've been, so it will do. I run a kung-fu school for those that feel that they need to learn self-defense, or that they feel their abilities are going to waste. I teach all kinds, and I can say that I'm fairly unbiased when it comes to my students. I have five levels of classes, ranging all the way from advanced to women's self defense classes. The only thing I ask for is my student's dedication to the art, in whatever way that they see fit.
Ah, well, I suppose that's about it. It feels cramped in here, as by now I'm quite used to the freedom of space. It resembles Ketheres, the more I think about it.
I would also ask that all of you be careful. Watch out for yourselves, because there might be those that come to harm you within this dome, and there's not many places to go.
I'm updating this at work since it's kind of slow. It's always like this right after lunch. It's either this or I make new arrangements, but I've done that all morning. Hmm.
Well ain't this a neat way to meet all sortsa shiny new people. Course getting used to the technology is gonna take awhile cos it's a bit on the old side, keep going to do things then rememeber I can't. But I'll get the hang of it.
I'm babblng a bit but I just wanted to say a big "Hi, how you doin?" to everyone else who found themselves in this crazy new world.
ATTENTION One (1) very attractive woman looking for three (3)one (1)zero (0) assistants in the managing of a shop. Experience with housework; cleaning, cooking, a plus. Open mind and tolerance of rude gentlemen in red also a plus. Payment negotiable.
For further information contact Yuuko, room 306 in the Taurus building. ♥
Ah, this world never fails to disappoint. Only this time it's another world, isn't it? There's never a dull moment for The Great Anji Mito!
I should probably take a look around, but this world isn't going anywhere. (And neither am I... hm.) I wonder, what kind of person has the power to pull others from different worlds? And how many worlds are there? If they know the answer, then I know my target!
But, well, that can wait. For now, this... er, network ... is far more interesting! So, this is how people are supposed to talk to each other in this world? I wonder what else it can do?
I'm at a fucking funeral and then I'm standing in a room being welcomed to fucking "Babylon" and being told I'm fictional.
Bet it's harder to accept when you think you're real, right? People fucking lie to me all the time, what's one more? This just means I don't have to fucking deal with the popsicles in New Cambridge, Ning, Claire or anyone else. Whoopdee-fucking-doo.
So what now? I go out and fuck everyone to try and repopulate another world that's falling apart? Fuck no. I just left a place like that. I'm not going to go get my jollies out with some other idiot just because some fucking government wants me to help rebuild their world.
And what's the deal with us keeping journals? Do I look like some apple-cheeked little princess? Only little bitches keep diaries.
Fuck repopulation, fuck diaries. I'm finding a bar and getting shit-faced.
The first thing anyone can think of to use a communication system for is to post superficial happy faces. If I could have had any question how humanity could have managed to nearly destroy itself through it's own stupidity, I would have my answer with that alone.
Hiii! I thought I should introduce myself and give everybody new a big welcome! I'm Orihime. I'm in my first year of highschool and I'm part of the handicrafts club. I just applied for a part-time job at the Babylon Mart. I also like to cook so I decided to share one of my favorite recipes!
Orihime's great leek & peanut butter stew! 3 leeks 2 potatoes, quartered 1/4 cup jelly (I like using peach!) 1/2 cup milk 1/2 qt. peanut butter 1/2 qt. water 1/4 teaspoon fresh chopped chervil 2 T each chopped celery and strawberries 1/8 teaspoon celery seed
You can cook it however you like because Orihime's great leek & peanut butter stew! is so great you can't go wrong! I think you can even bake it.
I hope everyone enjoys it!
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I'm so worried about everyone. I want to keep busy but I can't stop from worrying and being scared. I'm afraid to be here. I want to go home. I wish I knew more like Urahara-san. I wish I was braver like Kurosaki-kun or strong like Kuchiki-san.
I can't keep complaining this way. It's been over two months, hasn't it? Alright, it's time for Orihime to do something! Rescue herself!
All this science, and yet they can't even bring out a "good" version of him. Some things may just be physically impossible after all. But that's to be expected. A drop of milk just can't turn into coffee, no matter how hard it tries.
So, I take it that things in the Police Department is usually this slow?
To the dark-haired gentleman that had the peach iced tea spilled on him today at Benny's? I'd just like to apologize again. My co-worker and I are a little new to the job.
So, these are the "journals" of this world? Honestly, now, have we all forgotten about pen and paper? Writing requires very little effort... this, on the other hand, seems quite complicated. Unconfident in my ability to use this as I am, I do think I've gotten a better grasp on how they work.
I might use them if I ever have any need, but that's another adventure for another day. Right now, I should probably learn more about this world I've found myself in. If these journals are any indication, my stay here should be interesting. Especially if we've been brought here to... what is it? Breed?