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[riotofblood.livejournal.com]

I'll use this coupon for a cat.

Where's a good place to get meat?

Book 1, Part 6

[truthmeasurer.livejournal.com]

Pan and I have been looking around the areas around the dome. My schoolwork is a lot easier than I thought, and I can't pick the classes like I could when I was at Jordan; so a lot of the things that they're teaching me are too easy. I wish they'd go into something more difficult, all of the sex studies and the normal studies they're teaching me I've learned before. Don't any of the college students get bored here? Maybe we should start our own college, it'd be better than the one I go to right now, anyway. Ken, Naminé, do you get bored too? I reckon we can find something more interesting to study.

The west side of the dome was pretty interesting, so I think I may go back there tonight for another look around. Dean, I'm going to bring your mini-anbaric light, okay? Thanks.

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[onhispaths.livejournal.com]

It didn't really occur to me to ask about this the other day, but...Rhode-san? Where did you buy the food for your party?

The pastries were really nice, so I think I'd like to have them again sometime.

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[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

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I should probably stop worrying about it, but I doubt that's going to happen.


I wish I at least knew what was wrong with Heat.


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Maybe I should get a job.

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[captnkennit.livejournal.com]

The myth; at the edge of the old maps, HERE BE DRAGONS. We did it in my world, too; now I find that perhaps once upon a time this world had piracy not too far from that familiar to me; when the seas were available, bloody men and women who stormed the oceans and uncovered their hidden places. Those jagged-toothed rocks in the wild places, creatures untold of by man; it was all found, and now it is lost again.

I know how to make maps; the precise flick of the pen that inks out the curve of a coastline, the way to map the dragons of the human heart. In adventure we discover ourselves, perhaps. It stands, therefore, that it should be relieving to come ashore finally, but I still find myself restless...

There was a dragon, at the end, Tintaglia, the sum of all my hopes and dreams, the destruction of my long-held plans. I couldn't hate her for it, though; she was huge and powerful, completely arrogant in her assumption that anything which she might want was hers. A true queen, her sapphire crest and translucent wings glinting. That is what I most regret. That I never got to follow her up the Rainwild River in my own Liveship, carved from the cocoons of her ancestor's children, and see the serpents fertilized. Dragons, born into the world again. I am not sure it would have been enjoyable, or fun, but to say one had seen it! Here in a world of cars and tall buildings, metal and machinery, I sometimes feel we could do well for a dose of the wonder brought by dragons, the humbling wonder.

I dwell on them because they are the greatest thing I have ever known, but there are other things beyond your human maps. The great slug creatures of Others Isle and their prophecies; the flickering lights in the Flame Jewels of the Rain Wilders; the snow of the high mountains brought all the way to Jamaillia to be served to the rich, flavoured with berry extracts or wines. The sight of men, haggard and pained, rising up from the bowels of the slaver ships to take their captors lives; starvation-thin fists held triumphantly in the air. People from all walks of life, war prisoners and criminals, sailors and soldiers, those stranded and those sold. For one moment, united in their triumph at the fact that they were alive. Survivors.

I am not telling these stories to boast, or as a morality tale, just to have it recorded that these things can exist in the world; maybe not this world, but somewhere. We were all stories, they say. Therefore it stands to reason that many of us have seen similar things. Maybe you have never known dragons, or slaver ships, or prophecy, but there are amazing things in life which are easier to find. The curve of a lover's smile. A child's amazement at the world. Orchestral harmonies and great works of art. The world is not just blood and duty. Maybe I am not the person to be telling you this, but that doesn't make it any less of a truth.