The next big adventure...

I just realized that last weekend was Father's Day. Not that it was a big holiday back home, neither was Mother's Day, since they were always away on business, but still.... I would at least get the chance to talk to them, wherever they happened to be in the world. And it seems strange, knowing that I've been here for a year and a half now, and haven't seen them, Grandpa, Mr. Tanaka and Ella.

Speaking of which, I know that time passes here, but I can't tell if I'm looking any older. Physically, I should be about 13, but since my de-aging was due to the Master Emerald, I'm wondering if I'll age normally as well. And it strange to think that I'm 19, even if I'm far from looking like it.

.... as sad as I am to know he's not here anymore, I'm happy he went back At least that way, he can be with Sonic again, and not have to worry that Sonic's getting into trouble without him. :)

And this festival thing has been fun! I wish everyone would stop calling me a "kid," but I guess they can't help that considering that I look like I did when I was 12. Makes me wonder that if/when I go home, will I still look like this, or will I actually look eighteen again. Especially since my return trip was because of Eggman, not because of the Gate and the Master Emerald, and I'm not sure if the damage the Master Emerald sustained during our final battle with the Metarex complicates matters anyway.

You know, as much as I used to hear people complain about wanting to relive their childhood, I never really wanted to go through it myself.

Ah, well. Whatever happens, happens, I guess.

Finally! Got the smell of food out of my room. This place really wants to screw with me if starts turning my projects into Ella's cookies and pies.

And... I know that I'm eighteen and normally look like I did when I was twelve, but six?

Wow. Candy. Sweet.

Thank you to whoever left those outside the door! It was a nice reminder of the fact that I keep getting caught up in things around here and keep forgetting to leave the room to eat until my stomach growls at me.

Happy Easter to all who celebrate it!

Oh, THIS again?!

[*voice is older and distinctly feminine*]

You know, I've been here for over a year and you still learn new things every day.

Although, I know after everything I've seen here, the computers changing to suit the user shouldn't surprise, but I guess I just never thought about it. It never really dawned on me how a person from a world where computer technology doesn't exist or they just don't use it adapted to this place, since the network factors heavily into how we keep track of each other here. Or, at least, how I keep track of people here.


Of course, I could be over analyzing things to keep from thinking about him again, but...

... I don't think that I ever hearted so much in my life!



.... hey, Sonic...? Sorry.

Oh, Sonic, honey~

Are you done with your tour yet~?

I have a surprise for you when you get home~ &hearts

This is just like living in one of those period Western flicks that we have back home.

Actually, I'm pretty sure Mom stared in one those too. She tried to teach me how to talk like I was from back then, but I failed miserably. Probably didn't help that Dad was trying to talk like it too, for their anniversary.

This place must really have a place for old movies, huh?

Hahaha!

I FOUND THEM!

I knew that they had to be around here somewhere, and I found them!

Thank goodness I didn't get too far in rebuilding it. Though, I should probably erase those ramblings about Chaos Energy. Don't have that here. Besides, it's not like I was recreating the X-Tornado anyway. That was Miles's toy, I just got to fly it every once in a while.

Hey, out of curiosity, has anyone else tried to leave the building?

Sano? Shuro?

Is there anything super special planned for the concert that I don't know about yet? I was going to go down to the dome and work on some more technical things, and I wanted to make sure I wasn't missing anything. :)

And, if anyone needs me, I'll have my phone on me.

I think that I've been thinking too much lately.

It's hard to believe that I've been here almost a year already.

I suppose time flies when one is (and isn't) having fun.

I know that others have said that time stops for you in your own world when you're here, but that doesn't keep me from wondering. Especially since I'm not even sure what's awaiting me when/if I go back.

[*the sound of tinkering and hammering as Chris works on his latest project*]

[*suddenly, a voice, soft, femine and definately not that of Chris Thorndyke*]

You should be resting, young one, not staying up so late and working.

I know, Desra, it's just... I wanted to get this done.

And I'm sure you will. Later. After you sleep.

[*a laugh*] All right. All right. I get the idea. I'll take that nap.

Good. And after you wake up, you can explain to me exacly what it is that you're trying to do with this contraption.


(( Robin is back! Sorta! *coughs* Anyway, I'm trying to make my through things and catch up, so I should be able to post of the rest of my characters soon. I hope. And Chris's daemon? Is a female whippet named Desra.))

Note to self:

Next time I question some of the things that happen around here?

Don't.

Random thought.

Since the building has decided to start making us work for everything by not giving us food or things from the closet, will it start making us pay for the utilities too?

I always figured that the curses were the price we pay for being here and using the building, but now I wonder...

One of things that used to bother me about being stuck like this was the fact that I didn't have the strength that I normally have.

Another thing is that I'm short.

Stupid stairs.

[Private | Moderately Hackable]

I can't believe Cream is here... if there's someone that shouldn't have to experience this place, it's her. But it's nice to see a familier face again and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that nothing happens to her.

[/Private | Moderately Hackable]

..... gone.

They're all... gone.


.... sometimes I really don't like this place....

.....

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I come back from working on my project to find my room flooded. Which wouldn't normally bother me because it would seem on par with everything else that goes on around here, except....


Oh well, I guess it's a good thing I write out notes on everything.

What the hell?



And Miles.... Don't. Say. A. Word.