dreamermoa: (where are you i cant find you)
S-s-some - one -

[Guess who doesn't have near enough body fat to keep herself warm in a non-powered high school? She wouldn't've come out of her cocoon of blankets if she hadn't heard a thump from outside inventory. And now she sounds panicked.]

L-Lana i-is - s-something's happened and - Lana, get up! L-LANA!

[ooc: DISCEDO used STARVATION!

DISCEDO used OVERWORKING!

Wild LANA has fainted! Trainer MOA is panicked!

Use potion y/n?]
dreamermoa: (desperate)
[Moa's plant is growing plump-looking peaches, but Moa is not a happy peach. She stares at the communicator for a moment and then buries her head in her pillow.]

I miss Daniel.

An' Hawkeye.

An' Link.

An' Ness.
dreamermoa: (very tired nao :()
....we have a few flashlights in inventory, for the fog...if you could get here... but mostly just...stay inside, I guess.

...we used to have fog at home, sometimes. In Kilatas...we were right on the sea, so...

....

Has everyone ever wondered...if the scientists put more than just chips in us?
dreamermoa: (I'll smile for you)
I've never seen a trial before...I think it was....really well done. It felt fair for everyone. I'm glad we have Mr. Edgeworth and Mr. Wright and everyone. You did really well~

I sort of - wonder who did it, though. I mean, I don't know Axel and it looked like he didn't do it, but someone had to, right...? I don't really remember Phineas, but he seemed nice. Not that nice people don't...get hurt sometimes.

[locked to Mona]
Mona, can we talk...?
dreamermoa: (what the shit?)
Stop it, all of you. ALL OF YOU STOP IT.

It's not fair. S-stop. Just.

JUST STOP.
dreamermoa: (desperate)
Sorata...? I got grass seeds from the Scientists. Yorda, Lexaeus, will you help us plant them so they'll grow....?

I found a cookbook, too. At least I think it's a cookbook. You spell "cook" like see oh oh kay, right? See, in Orokan you only need one symbol for "cook". English is weird.

....I hope everyone is okay. And not trying to kill each other. Is Demyx....are we still having, um, Discomas? What do you do for...Discomas? Dress up please?

Can't sleep anymore.

EDIT

[caRASH.]

M -

Mom?!

No. Mom, Mommy -

[Moa scratches and tosses at the blankets on Integra's bed, as though she were only hiding, as though perhaps making a mess of the covers will bring her back into sight.]

No, no no no no NO!

MOM!

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