Tear Grants

The ability people have to follow their noses is incredible. I'm not sure what to make of it...

[Private, Hackable]
Nothing remains dead here, is that right?
It is unnatural, Fay, but for some reason it gives me hope. It's hard to explain... I'm not really sure what this feeling is. I'd be naive to expect that to continue to hold true, however, and thus have every intention of remaining as cautious and alert as possible. Who knows when the rules might change, after all. But still... there's something...
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[Filtered to Luke]
I said I'd tell you. Fay and Sakura seem to be having their picnic this weekend, in case you hadn't figured that out already.
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So, in any case, I'm impressed that the cherry blossoms are still holding out. The air feels heavy because of them, but they're beautiful to look out, so I really don't mind if they stay with us for a while longer. Last week Fay and I gathered two baskets full of the flowers and leaves to try out in recipes at the cafe. I'm still somewhat reluctant to cook the flowers themselves into anything (it seems a little strange... eating flowers...), but the leaves seem to turn out all right when brewed into a tea.

Oh, that's right, I guess I should thank those of you who sampled my cooking. I'm glad you all seemed to like it, since I was honestly worried about the taste. I'll have to try my hand at it more often.

I will probably be bringing the tea and some pound cake to the picnic. This weather is perfect for being outside, so I'm really looking forward to it.

Also, has anyone else noticed that that hallways are... well, glittering these days? My thanks to whoever put forth so much effort. I've never seen it so clean before.

((OOC: Yeah, I need to add to my mood theme. Wait for it.))

I suppose it was bound to happen eventually.

It seems that the name of one of the first people I encountered here has disappeared from the apartment listings. I only spoke with him once, but it was Wilhelm that got me thinking about our situation on this island. He compared it to a stage, with each of us representing one of the players, or one of the "props" I think was what he actually called it.

I hope he's doing well, wherever he is. I wonder if the people who vanish really do get to go home? I want to believe it... I want that to be the case... But I don't wish to go back that way, not unless I can guarantee that all my memories are going back with me. I don't want to leave anything behind. I won't leave anything behind.

Maybe he'd be happy to know that the rest of us are still here to complete this play.
For me, though, it seems more like a chess game, since there are obviously at least two sides to the board. I won't give up, and I won't let myself become someone else's pawn.

"Perhaps we can make it to the other side of the board so as to become a piece of our choosing", huh? I have no intention of becoming a queen, but maybe if my role became that of a knight, I could atleast stand up against this island's script.

...no, I'm thinking too hard again, aren't I?

And the cherry trees... I was really worried when that man started destroying them all. But the strangest thing happened. They suddenly regenerated as if it was nothing.

Oh well, I'm glad. I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at them, although I find their aroma is a little dizzying in the areas where they're grouped together in large numbers.