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[The night after the banquet, Yuuhi dreams. Most appropriately, he dreams of the towering form of his grandfather.]

What are you doing, Yuuhi?

[Unable to speak, he runs, the distance from his captor not increasing in the slightest.]

Making friends again? Nobody told you that you deserve to have friends.

I've told you a thousand times, but you never listen.

[Yuuhi drops to the ground, his grandfather's chains tightening around him.]

Don't make enemies, they'll stab your heart.
Don't make friends, they'll stab your back.
Don't love others, don't be loved.
Live in isolation.
Don't make enemies, they'll stab your heart.
Don't make friends, they'll stab your back.
Don't love others, don't be loved.
Live in isolation...

[The chains grow tighter and tighter, cutting off Yuuhi's breath, nearly crushing him before he wakes up in a cold sweat.

Unable to sleep, Yuuhi picks up his PDA, talking to himself, but audible to anyone else who happens to be awake at 2 in the morning.]

[Audio]

Multiverse theory. There are an infinite number of universes out there, each one operating with either start conditions or fundamental rules marginally different from the others. Even if an incomprehensibly tiny percentage of these universes produce worlds that can support life, that leaves an infinite number of populated worlds.

There seem to be about twenty or thirty universes connected to Confuto Ordinatio right now. This means one of two things: Either this is the scale of the crisis, or this is the scale of C.O.'s abilities.

Suppose, hypothetically, we all fail. Not too hard to imagine, considering how we're using our time. Every one of these universes is obliterated. Out there somewhere, for every universe lost, there'd be another parallel universe, different by a couple subatomic particles in some obscure corner of the galaxy. All that was lost was a backup copy.

So, who cares? Any world being destroyed is meaningless in front of the backdrop of an infinite number of universes. It wouldn't even mean not being able to see loved ones again.


I'm going back to sleep.

[In the morning, this whole message will be deleted.]

[Voice]

[willavatar4item.livejournal.com]

It's not like I mind passing out hot dogs, but was it really that necessary to make us do it?

Video; Open

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[ Peering inquisitively into to the eye of the camera is what appears to be a decorative, jumbo stuffed bear. The bear looked not too unlike other children’s toys of its kind, boasting a colorful clown-like dress pattern with blue fur and a zipper collar. Unlike most stuffed bears, however, there was something about this one that seemed almost alive. Perhaps it was the realistic blinking action, perhaps the life-like way it seemed to smile, perhaps the fact that it talked... ]

Bum ba duh buuuuuum—!

Never fear, Teddie is here! Have you heard? I’m a secret agent. That means I’m practically a hero!! Can you believe it?! I was just minding my own business- me, a humble Junes employee – and bam! All of the sudden I’m in this Confuso Ornacho place! Preeetty cool, huh? Make sure you keep it on the low-down, though. There’s some un-bear-lievably suspicious characters out there. Gosh, who knows what would happen if the bad guys found out...

They even offered me a place to stay! How bear-y thoughtful of them! Agent Teddie accepts your generosity! This bear's gonna need a place to hit the hay after a long night of saving the world. Oh boy, I even get a roommate! I can bearly wait to meet them. I wonder what he's like... Ohhh, I bet we'll be the best of buddies! I sure hope he likes Topsicles.

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[tsundererage.livejournal.com]

Ensure planetary security
Paperwork
Bounty Hunt

Well, at least I got the important things done. How is everyone else doing?

Second Mastery

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[video]
I feel terribly accomplished.  As of today, I, Lachesis of Nodion, am an officially registered State Alchemist of the State Military of Amestris.  Perhaps it's not quite as impressive as my other titles, but it's the only one I earned for myself, which makes it all the more satisfying.  Although . . . I really haven't a clue what the job entails.  Whose world is it?  Can anyone tell me? But at any rate, I've run the full gamut of decidedly awful jobs here.  This one can't possibly be as disgraceful as cleaning diarrhea, as embarrassing as cosplaying, as exhausting as robot-painting, or as humiliating as flouncing about nude.

I am fully confident in saying that I can now face anything without a single ounce of trepidation.

Absolutely.  Anything.

In other business, I picked this up at the market the other day. 

[The camera zooms down to . . . Nope, actually, the camera smashes full into some sort of unidentified ovoid object and gives an absolutely grainy picture of nothing whatsoever for the next five minutes.  Lachesis does not appear to have gotten the hang of this 'technology' thing yet.  As the voice sensor is also smashed up against the egg, her voice comes out a bit garbled and unclear.]

Does anyone know anything about it?  It was labeled a 'Digi-egg' . . .  I thought it would make for a nice bit of decoration for the room, but . . . it actually does appear to be a real egg.  Will it hatch, I wonder?  And what will emerge?  It's certainly the largest egg I've ever seen in my life, anyway.  Oh!  Perhaps I'll have my very own wyvern or pegasus.  Preferably the latter . . . That would be wonderful . . . . . . . . . . . ahh . . . . .