Annie rushes into her new room in the dorms of St. Joes, her primary heart beating so quickly that her secondary one was having a hard time keeping up. The look of fear and concern on her face grows as she drops to her knees and pulls out an alien piece of equipment that looks vaguely like a laptop. Her eyes glow with reflected light as the holodisplay screen pops to life. After a moment of sliding her green fingers over some sort of interface, she closes her eyes and seems to shudder.
When she opens her eyes, she slides her psionic translator off of her head. Setting the golden headband on the bed, she activates the journal system on her computer and begins to speak in a voice and language unmimicable by a human.
Earth Date: January 10th, 2006
Galactic Calendar: < unable to synch with Rygellian system for update >
I hope I'm just being a silly girl. I hope Soulsaver didn't describe what I think he did.
I once told Mimi in a letter to Earth about how we were studying the mystery of the ruins of Arcosia, and how an entire civilization was wiped from their planet. The teachers were explaining that no matter how advanced we might consider ourselves, there were countless more mysteries in the universe like this that had yet to be explained.
I didn't, however, describe to Mimi the crude carvings that were made by what some think may have been the last survivors. I'm writing this in my native language so that another student doesn't accidentally read this and jump to the conclusion that I may have.
The Arcosia can only be barely called a planet anymore. The astral debris that used to be huge chunks of the world now orbits the remnants of the planet, as if torn by a giant monster. The Teachers said it was caused not by a monster, but by some sort of geological phenomena of unknown cause. They also said that the carvings of giant misshapen beings were probably made by those in the Arcosian race whose minds couldn't handle what was happening, or maybe the race that once lived there was deeply spiritual and where falling back on the legends from their past.
But I always saw monsters when they brought up those carvings on the vidscreens. I always saw a people being devoured.
And I wasn't the only one.
There were some scientists from systems that lay close to the Arcosia that claimed the archeological findings there pointed to the validity of tales from their own races past. Tales of a devourer. A beast made of rock and hate and an energy which I can only think must be in a primal opposition to the Universal Harmony. This destroyer of worlds was said to consume all life, coming when a people became too strong. They said that small pieces of the beast claimed the bodies of any living being that came near it, and forged them into a servant of the creature. These servants appeared as the remains of whatever creature was claimed, fused with a shard of the destroyer, and surrounded in a plasmic skin.
These tales are discredited by the other worlds, claiming that if it were true that there was a giant creature eating planets, where was it now? Where was the creature that destroyed worlds?
Please don't let it be coming here. I don't want to lose all my friends. I don't want to be taken from the Universal Harmony.
I want my father. Where are you?
A tear falls from Annie's eye as she thinks about what would happen if the stories were true. Her multitonial voice waivers as she dictates to her journal her need for her father. Slowly, she closes the computer, and curls up into her bed, shivering as she wonders what a Shivan really is.
((OK, welcome to my new ongoing thread about Annie and her views of life among humans. I'm going to ask that any comments and thoughts be please kept OOC, which can be notated by using the double parentheses. I was inspired to start this way after hearing Soulsaver broadcast his first encounter with Shivan, and will continue to post new entries as the moment strikes me. I would love to hear thoughts, and hope you enjoy!
EDIT: Since we have so many new students, Here's a link to my original "Letters from Annie" story thread, which are story updates from between the time Annie finished her Foreign Exchange time on Earth and when she had her crash landing that brought her back. Hope this brings the new batch up to date on who I am!))
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Interlude: After the Dance
INTERLUDE: After the Dance
Annie walked into the dorm room she had been set up with after being released from the ever-watchful eye of Sister Mary Moltar and the Infirmary staff. She seemed tired, and withdrawn, two qualities not seen very often in the student. Her new red dress was slightly wrinkled from the Snow Ball, and her meeting with her father's coworker....
1 hour earlier...
"Annie! How are you doing, kiddo! It's so great to see you! But what’s with the dress..."
Annie tried to smile as she sat down in the Scheherazade Coffee Shop, still shaken by the sudden appearance of one of her childhood boogiemen at her school dance.
"Oh, do you like it? My school was holding a dance just before I came here, and I totally didn't have time to change. I was, like, having such a great time and I SO lost track of how late it was."
The man in the blue-grey buisness suit smiled as the young alien went on about the events at the St. Joseph dance (minus the Shivan appearance), and he even chuckled as she spoke of one of the young men she met who had asked her to the dance.
"Well, I'm sorry to have to pull you away from your fun, but I did want to keep you informed about what was happening. But would you mind, ehm, changing the setting on your translator?"
Annie paused for a moment, and then suddenly realized what the man was asking. "Oh, I'm so totally sorry, I completely forgot!"
With a casual motion, Annie pulled a small pen-like device from her purse, and touched it to the back of her headband. After a soft <beep> was heard, she put it back into her purse and looked back at the gentleman sitting across from her.
As she straightened up, her posture changed. Before she was a teenage girl, fresh from a school dance with her first date, now she was a young woman that seemed more at place in a diplomatic session.
"Ah, there we are. I apologize, but as I said, I had just come from my school dance."
The older gentleman smiled, at home with the concept of having to deal with the young woman and her father. "It's alright! I just don't want to feel like I have to speak to you like a teenager, even subconsciously. I doubt you'd get along with your fellow students as well as you apparently do if you kept that thing in default setting all the time."
"I wonder sometimes... Earth adults don't seem to give their children enough credit for their resilience, it seems to me. But, I was asked to fit in..."
Annie then paused to pour herself some hot water into her cup of oolong tea as the UN official pulled a dossier from his briefcase.
"Well, I have some news on your crash, as well as some possible clues as to your father's whereabouts. Ever since the Rikti invasion, Vanguard has been placing sensor beacons throughout our solar system to try and alert us of other possible threats to the planet as they approach. Your father was helping with us with this system, while trying to keep it from destroying the random innocent passer-by or even potential allies. The system is nowhere near complete because of our limited space travel technology, but it does exist. This system is what allowed us to get what little information we have so far.”
Annie sipped at her tea, trying not to belie the awful amount of fear and anticipation she was feeling as the human man shuffled through papers in the folder. The folder was imprinted with the United Nations crest and insignia of Vanguard; the United Nations very own superhuman organization, and the one-time coordinators of the victory against the Rikti.
“Here we are… As you know, you didn’t crash in a full space ship, but a small shuttle. We kept looking for your shuttle’s trajectory into our system over the sensor nets. But, you can see here that it never entered our solar system, not along any path that would make sense if you were on a direct course to Earth. No… according to what we’ve found, your shuttle came from somewhere in this portion of the Asteroid Belt.”
Annie passed her green hand over the printouts, her bright purple markings a contrast to bother her skin and the glossy trajectory projections.
“But I don’t understand, what was I… what were we doing in an asteroid belt? It’s dangerous, especially for any ship that could carry the shuttle I came to Earth in.”
The man leaned back as the waitress brought him a cappuccino, watching as she left to go wait on other customers. “I believe that you were being chased. These sensor logs…” The man took a sip of his drink as he pushed another readout towards Annie “…show numerous, if not well defined, ships weaving in and out of the belt for a full two hours before your vessel made a straight shot for Earth. After that…. well, let’s just say that we seem to be down two sensor nodes.”
Annie looked down at the papers on the table, flashes of fear and dread filling her mind. It was almost as if she heard her father’s voice again, he was trying to tell her something, trying to explain…
“Does any of this help you Annie? Is any of this sounding familiar?”
“No… I, I just can not seem to remember. I’m sorry, but I just can’t remember anything.”
A kind smile crept across the man’s face. “It’s alright; you shouldn’t be expected to shoulder this responsibility. I should be able to convince some of the other members of my department that this falls within our area of concern. After the last incident, Vanguard is still a bit gun shy when it comes to interstellar jurisdiction.”
Quickly, the man looked at his watch. “Listen, if I’m going to catch the right people to get help on this, I’m going to have to leave for New York soon.”
“Of course, thank you so very much for coming out here for me. I’ve been trying to not worry too much, but each day that goes by…”
“Your father is an exceptional being, one of great strength. I know we’ll find him.”
The man in the blue-grey suit stood up, drinking the last of the bittersweet cappuccino. As he did, Annie retrieved the device from her purse and readjusted her translator. Her eyes brightened a bit and her movements became ever so slightly more adolescent as she looked at her father’s friend again.
As he put his coat on, he asked, “So how are your studies at that school coming? Are you having any trouble with any of your classes?”
“Oh wow, no, I’ve got so many friends to help me through some of the tougher stuff. I mean, it’s not like having to learn about the Betozian Hierarchy’s family structure, but you have a much more complicated history than others give you credit for.”
“Heh, can I quote you on that the next time I’m in a diplomatic meeting?
“Shuh-up! If you’re not careful, I’ll just start talking about how funny your Sci-Fi is! Now, give me a hug before you go, I don’t know when I’m gonna be able to see you again!”
Annie knew that he was telling the truth about her Father; he had always been strong. She just hoped that he was strong enough to survive whatever had happened to him.
Annie walked into the dorm room she had been set up with after being released from the ever-watchful eye of Sister Mary Moltar and the Infirmary staff. She seemed tired, and withdrawn, two qualities not seen very often in the student. Her new red dress was slightly wrinkled from the Snow Ball, and her meeting with her father's coworker....
1 hour earlier...
"Annie! How are you doing, kiddo! It's so great to see you! But what’s with the dress..."
Annie tried to smile as she sat down in the Scheherazade Coffee Shop, still shaken by the sudden appearance of one of her childhood boogiemen at her school dance.
"Oh, do you like it? My school was holding a dance just before I came here, and I totally didn't have time to change. I was, like, having such a great time and I SO lost track of how late it was."
The man in the blue-grey buisness suit smiled as the young alien went on about the events at the St. Joseph dance (minus the Shivan appearance), and he even chuckled as she spoke of one of the young men she met who had asked her to the dance.
"Well, I'm sorry to have to pull you away from your fun, but I did want to keep you informed about what was happening. But would you mind, ehm, changing the setting on your translator?"
Annie paused for a moment, and then suddenly realized what the man was asking. "Oh, I'm so totally sorry, I completely forgot!"
With a casual motion, Annie pulled a small pen-like device from her purse, and touched it to the back of her headband. After a soft <beep> was heard, she put it back into her purse and looked back at the gentleman sitting across from her.
As she straightened up, her posture changed. Before she was a teenage girl, fresh from a school dance with her first date, now she was a young woman that seemed more at place in a diplomatic session.
"Ah, there we are. I apologize, but as I said, I had just come from my school dance."
The older gentleman smiled, at home with the concept of having to deal with the young woman and her father. "It's alright! I just don't want to feel like I have to speak to you like a teenager, even subconsciously. I doubt you'd get along with your fellow students as well as you apparently do if you kept that thing in default setting all the time."
"I wonder sometimes... Earth adults don't seem to give their children enough credit for their resilience, it seems to me. But, I was asked to fit in..."
Annie then paused to pour herself some hot water into her cup of oolong tea as the UN official pulled a dossier from his briefcase.
"Well, I have some news on your crash, as well as some possible clues as to your father's whereabouts. Ever since the Rikti invasion, Vanguard has been placing sensor beacons throughout our solar system to try and alert us of other possible threats to the planet as they approach. Your father was helping with us with this system, while trying to keep it from destroying the random innocent passer-by or even potential allies. The system is nowhere near complete because of our limited space travel technology, but it does exist. This system is what allowed us to get what little information we have so far.”
Annie sipped at her tea, trying not to belie the awful amount of fear and anticipation she was feeling as the human man shuffled through papers in the folder. The folder was imprinted with the United Nations crest and insignia of Vanguard; the United Nations very own superhuman organization, and the one-time coordinators of the victory against the Rikti.
“Here we are… As you know, you didn’t crash in a full space ship, but a small shuttle. We kept looking for your shuttle’s trajectory into our system over the sensor nets. But, you can see here that it never entered our solar system, not along any path that would make sense if you were on a direct course to Earth. No… according to what we’ve found, your shuttle came from somewhere in this portion of the Asteroid Belt.”
Annie passed her green hand over the printouts, her bright purple markings a contrast to bother her skin and the glossy trajectory projections.
“But I don’t understand, what was I… what were we doing in an asteroid belt? It’s dangerous, especially for any ship that could carry the shuttle I came to Earth in.”
The man leaned back as the waitress brought him a cappuccino, watching as she left to go wait on other customers. “I believe that you were being chased. These sensor logs…” The man took a sip of his drink as he pushed another readout towards Annie “…show numerous, if not well defined, ships weaving in and out of the belt for a full two hours before your vessel made a straight shot for Earth. After that…. well, let’s just say that we seem to be down two sensor nodes.”
Annie looked down at the papers on the table, flashes of fear and dread filling her mind. It was almost as if she heard her father’s voice again, he was trying to tell her something, trying to explain…
“Does any of this help you Annie? Is any of this sounding familiar?”
“No… I, I just can not seem to remember. I’m sorry, but I just can’t remember anything.”
A kind smile crept across the man’s face. “It’s alright; you shouldn’t be expected to shoulder this responsibility. I should be able to convince some of the other members of my department that this falls within our area of concern. After the last incident, Vanguard is still a bit gun shy when it comes to interstellar jurisdiction.”
Quickly, the man looked at his watch. “Listen, if I’m going to catch the right people to get help on this, I’m going to have to leave for New York soon.”
“Of course, thank you so very much for coming out here for me. I’ve been trying to not worry too much, but each day that goes by…”
“Your father is an exceptional being, one of great strength. I know we’ll find him.”
The man in the blue-grey suit stood up, drinking the last of the bittersweet cappuccino. As he did, Annie retrieved the device from her purse and readjusted her translator. Her eyes brightened a bit and her movements became ever so slightly more adolescent as she looked at her father’s friend again.
As he put his coat on, he asked, “So how are your studies at that school coming? Are you having any trouble with any of your classes?”
“Oh wow, no, I’ve got so many friends to help me through some of the tougher stuff. I mean, it’s not like having to learn about the Betozian Hierarchy’s family structure, but you have a much more complicated history than others give you credit for.”
“Heh, can I quote you on that the next time I’m in a diplomatic meeting?
“Shuh-up! If you’re not careful, I’ll just start talking about how funny your Sci-Fi is! Now, give me a hug before you go, I don’t know when I’m gonna be able to see you again!”
Annie knew that he was telling the truth about her Father; he had always been strong. She just hoped that he was strong enough to survive whatever had happened to him.
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Earth Date: February 6th, 2006
Galactic Calendar: <No available Ansible link>
It’s been 2 weeks since the death of Agent Dawson. I still can’t believe he’s gone, and I can’t believe it was just an accident.
Humans cling so closely to their secrets, taking such great strides to make sure that only the right people know the right things. Because of this, I don’t know who I can tell about the reports that Jack showed me. I also don’t know who I can tell at Vanguard. Whoever caused Jack Dawson’s death, whoever made it look like a traffic accident that killed seven other people with him, has to have someone on the inside. How else could they have known he was going to others with the information?
The UN has no new information about the crash, that’s how I know that someone’s working to make sure I never find my father.
I wish I knew more about how human vehicles work, because then I would know what to look for at the accident scene. So many deaths on the Skyway City overpass… I hope the Universal Whole has welcomed them back…
I can’t rely on the humans to find my father anymore; it’s either too dangerous for them, or they might be tricked by whoever has hidden him so far. It’s time to do this myself. I was put in St. Joes not only because they would be the best to understand me, but because daddy always said I would be special someday.
May the stars look kindly on me, and may I not be welcomed too soon into the embrace of the Whole.
((And with this entry, I start work on Annie’s fiction arc: “Twilight of the Stars”. In true St. Joes tradition, I’m hoping to include others in the revelation of what brought Annie back to Earth, and what actually happened to her father. I’ll be sending some private messages to members of the group for the usual character permissions and questionnaires in the next couple of days. I’ll probably post the story in an episodic fashion, so as to pay homage to our comic book roots, and it will take up a separate thread from the Journal. So please stay tuned!))
Galactic Calendar: <No available Ansible link>
It’s been 2 weeks since the death of Agent Dawson. I still can’t believe he’s gone, and I can’t believe it was just an accident.
Humans cling so closely to their secrets, taking such great strides to make sure that only the right people know the right things. Because of this, I don’t know who I can tell about the reports that Jack showed me. I also don’t know who I can tell at Vanguard. Whoever caused Jack Dawson’s death, whoever made it look like a traffic accident that killed seven other people with him, has to have someone on the inside. How else could they have known he was going to others with the information?
The UN has no new information about the crash, that’s how I know that someone’s working to make sure I never find my father.
I wish I knew more about how human vehicles work, because then I would know what to look for at the accident scene. So many deaths on the Skyway City overpass… I hope the Universal Whole has welcomed them back…
I can’t rely on the humans to find my father anymore; it’s either too dangerous for them, or they might be tricked by whoever has hidden him so far. It’s time to do this myself. I was put in St. Joes not only because they would be the best to understand me, but because daddy always said I would be special someday.
May the stars look kindly on me, and may I not be welcomed too soon into the embrace of the Whole.
((And with this entry, I start work on Annie’s fiction arc: “Twilight of the Stars”. In true St. Joes tradition, I’m hoping to include others in the revelation of what brought Annie back to Earth, and what actually happened to her father. I’ll be sending some private messages to members of the group for the usual character permissions and questionnaires in the next couple of days. I’ll probably post the story in an episodic fashion, so as to pay homage to our comic book roots, and it will take up a separate thread from the Journal. So please stay tuned!))
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Earth Date: March 17th, 2006
Galactic Calendar: <Stellar drift has led to no accounting of date>
Ever since Dawson died, I don't enjoy going to the UN building and the Vanguard offices as much anymore. While I'm there, I don't see anyone that knew my father while he was still around. I miss daddy so much. He's out there, I just know it. I just need to figure out what all this means...
Anyway, I need to go back to New York again this weekend. Stupid meetings. It's not like the Dritz'it'calgrun will appreciate me sitting in, and I don't think the humans will listen to anything I say; they still look at me like an Earth child. I also don't think the Alliance is taking this planet seriously, or else someone would have come for this meeting instead of them having me there. This ambassador role is just a figurehead, I know it! It's just an easy reason for me to stay on Earth, so why am I being called in for a serious first contact situation! Daddy was better for this, there are dozens of Alliance officers in the diplomatic corps, but they send me?
I really wanted to go to the dance. So many of my friends were going to be there.... but it's not like anyone asked me to go anyway.
Homework keeps piling up, I keep having to go on pointless trips to New York, and this stupid translator keeps malfunctioning!
<sigh> I miss just being an exchange student. I don't want all this extra work that my people keep piling on me. Why haven't they sent anyone new? After I get back, I think I need to start looking harder.
Annie finishes reciting the last of her entry to her computer, the holographic display translating her songlike native language to symbols hanging in mid-air. Pookie was curled up on her lap, making his happy noises as Annie scratched him in his favorite spot. Laying back, Annie tried to think what would happen next.
Galactic Calendar: <Stellar drift has led to no accounting of date>
Ever since Dawson died, I don't enjoy going to the UN building and the Vanguard offices as much anymore. While I'm there, I don't see anyone that knew my father while he was still around. I miss daddy so much. He's out there, I just know it. I just need to figure out what all this means...
Anyway, I need to go back to New York again this weekend. Stupid meetings. It's not like the Dritz'it'calgrun will appreciate me sitting in, and I don't think the humans will listen to anything I say; they still look at me like an Earth child. I also don't think the Alliance is taking this planet seriously, or else someone would have come for this meeting instead of them having me there. This ambassador role is just a figurehead, I know it! It's just an easy reason for me to stay on Earth, so why am I being called in for a serious first contact situation! Daddy was better for this, there are dozens of Alliance officers in the diplomatic corps, but they send me?
I really wanted to go to the dance. So many of my friends were going to be there.... but it's not like anyone asked me to go anyway.
Homework keeps piling up, I keep having to go on pointless trips to New York, and this stupid translator keeps malfunctioning!
<sigh> I miss just being an exchange student. I don't want all this extra work that my people keep piling on me. Why haven't they sent anyone new? After I get back, I think I need to start looking harder.
Annie finishes reciting the last of her entry to her computer, the holographic display translating her songlike native language to symbols hanging in mid-air. Pookie was curled up on her lap, making his happy noises as Annie scratched him in his favorite spot. Laying back, Annie tried to think what would happen next.
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Anne stormed into Quad 1, her bowl of chowder still hot as she sits down on her bed, seeming to be upset about something. Slipping off her golden headband and tossing it to a corner of her bed, she looks at her portable transcomm unit. She hadn't recited a journal entry in a while....
Earth Date: May 11th, 2006
Galactic Calendar: <Anomalous readings interfering with network link>
Why are Earth boys so...... difficult!
I can't believe, after everything that he said to me, Simon lied to me too! He stood by me, looked me in the eyes, and lied to me!
This is why I don't want to be what he wants me to be, because I don't know if he could understand what it would be like to be in a relationship with another species. I've read all the basic material for this planet, I know what happens to humans at this age, and it's so upsetting that so many boys don't want to be friends after they go on a date with me.
Because that's all we can be; friends!
I may not know what more the humans look for or do when they find a life-mate, but I'm sure it's not something I can give them! Their anatomy is so weird, and I was scared to ask what half of the things in the human body did when the human doctor showed me all the charts and diagrams and icky-icky plastic flippy-drawing things, but I know that that's way different than how I work!
But Simon lied! And D lied! D kept saying how special I was, then he becomes bad! I didn't want to have to arrest a Friend, so I couldn't think of him as a friend anymore, but he was a friend, and he was special, and I still like him, but I don't earth boy-earth girl like him, and.....
Ohhhhh, why in the Whole does this happen to me?
Humans look so similar to us, but their so different. I like them all so much, but they get to be so confusing! Simon said he was trying to help me, but he could have helped me without lying! He could have.... have... Well, he could have done something! And not lied!
I'm upset with Simon, but he's not bad. He's very nice, and he's a nice friend. D says he's not bad any more, but how do I know he's telling the truth? I've met Earthlings my friends have said were bad, but they were nothing but nice. I wonder if I'll ever get to see Lillith again? She was nice... kind of confusing, but nice.
Oh no, my soup's getting cold!
Earth Date: May 11th, 2006
Galactic Calendar: <Anomalous readings interfering with network link>
Why are Earth boys so...... difficult!
I can't believe, after everything that he said to me, Simon lied to me too! He stood by me, looked me in the eyes, and lied to me!
This is why I don't want to be what he wants me to be, because I don't know if he could understand what it would be like to be in a relationship with another species. I've read all the basic material for this planet, I know what happens to humans at this age, and it's so upsetting that so many boys don't want to be friends after they go on a date with me.
Because that's all we can be; friends!
I may not know what more the humans look for or do when they find a life-mate, but I'm sure it's not something I can give them! Their anatomy is so weird, and I was scared to ask what half of the things in the human body did when the human doctor showed me all the charts and diagrams and icky-icky plastic flippy-drawing things, but I know that that's way different than how I work!
But Simon lied! And D lied! D kept saying how special I was, then he becomes bad! I didn't want to have to arrest a Friend, so I couldn't think of him as a friend anymore, but he was a friend, and he was special, and I still like him, but I don't earth boy-earth girl like him, and.....
Ohhhhh, why in the Whole does this happen to me?
Humans look so similar to us, but their so different. I like them all so much, but they get to be so confusing! Simon said he was trying to help me, but he could have helped me without lying! He could have.... have... Well, he could have done something! And not lied!
I'm upset with Simon, but he's not bad. He's very nice, and he's a nice friend. D says he's not bad any more, but how do I know he's telling the truth? I've met Earthlings my friends have said were bad, but they were nothing but nice. I wonder if I'll ever get to see Lillith again? She was nice... kind of confusing, but nice.
Oh no, my soup's getting cold!
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Earth Date: June 17th, 2006
Galactic Calendar: <Unavailable>
I know I should go, but I can't.
Sapphire's gone, and I don't care what people are saying, it looked like she was in pain.... and not physical.
Simon's missing.... probably because of me. I kept warning him I would be difficult to be around! I warned him that I wasn't human! But now, he's not just mad at me, he's gone! And he's hurt too....
Seraph kept telling me it wasn't my fault, and that I should have fun at the party, but there's more than that. I never seem to understand things right, and my head still hurts! Doctor Orson says it looks to be minor, and that the medical files that came from Vanguard (after they declassified it "just enough") confirmed that I'll be fine... but I still hurt from that night.
I love my friends so much... but I just seem to cause pain. I shouldn't be at the dance because I will misunderstand something, and then I'll get overly-emotional, and then I will ruin things.
I'm staying home with Pookie. I can't hurt him, and I know he understands me and I understand him. Maybe I'll watch some of those movies that Francis kept wanting to watch with me... then I'll be able to ask questions better when we watch it together......
They always need to explain things to me. Why is it so hard for me to understand this planet! It was never this hard in Alpha Proxima! I also didn't love Alpha Proxima as much as I do here.
<sigh> What should I do?
Galactic Calendar: <Unavailable>
I know I should go, but I can't.
Sapphire's gone, and I don't care what people are saying, it looked like she was in pain.... and not physical.
Simon's missing.... probably because of me. I kept warning him I would be difficult to be around! I warned him that I wasn't human! But now, he's not just mad at me, he's gone! And he's hurt too....
Seraph kept telling me it wasn't my fault, and that I should have fun at the party, but there's more than that. I never seem to understand things right, and my head still hurts! Doctor Orson says it looks to be minor, and that the medical files that came from Vanguard (after they declassified it "just enough") confirmed that I'll be fine... but I still hurt from that night.
I love my friends so much... but I just seem to cause pain. I shouldn't be at the dance because I will misunderstand something, and then I'll get overly-emotional, and then I will ruin things.
I'm staying home with Pookie. I can't hurt him, and I know he understands me and I understand him. Maybe I'll watch some of those movies that Francis kept wanting to watch with me... then I'll be able to ask questions better when we watch it together......
They always need to explain things to me. Why is it so hard for me to understand this planet! It was never this hard in Alpha Proxima! I also didn't love Alpha Proxima as much as I do here.
<sigh> What should I do?