Wow. So... yeah. How long does it take until you can keep your head from exploding after finding out that your entire life was a lie made up by some weird chinese-canadian guy? I'm still peeling chunks of my skull off of the sidewalk.

Well, I guess if you want a new start, this is definitely the newest and start-iest of them all. Be careful what you wish for, right?

Anyone need a delivery girl? I'm available for hire starting... hm. I guess as soon as I dislodge some of my gray matter from a nearby tree.

I don't know, I thought it was sort of fun.

WHAT: Dreams! all the dreams
WHO: Donna Noble, Shirogane Naoto, Johanna Mason, Poland, Victor Mancha, Shimizu Raikou, Eridan Ampora, Lau
WHEN: Anytime during the dream plot!
NOTE: PLEASE RESPOND TO WHICHEVER DREAM YOURE INTERESTED IN. Try and specify who you're replying to. None of these dreams take place at the same time/place/etc.


( DONNA )

( NAOTO )

( VICTOR )

( JOHANNA )

( POLAND )

( ERIDAN )

( RAIKOU )

( LAU )

Tell me who's in charge around here.



Raikou Shimizu - a word.

Consider me a part of the group that has to question whether or not getting on a free cruise is a good idea. If winning the lottery results in what I saw before, then I can only imagine what winning this entails.

I'm curious to see if it goes off without a hitch and if I'm making the wrong decision, but so far, I don't think I'll go.

I mean it, give it back!!

Dark brown, faux leather, tattered.  Various colored paperclips, post-its used as markers.  Last page denoted with green post-it includes the text below:

-- $200 SHORT
Possible solutions

• take a part-time job
• take two part-time jobs
• sell newly purchased two hundred dollar shoes/cravat
• take three part-time jobs

Only three numbers in the "contacts" section

Please contact me with any information.
Here is fine.

First off, my thanks to the police department for being cooperative to someone who has little authority on this island. I am truly gracious. After collecting and properly organizing the paperwork at my disposal, I've learned the a few details that I was not given at my orientation.

• The current law enforcement works on the "strike system." This declares individuals who commit minor offenses are giving three chances to rectify their behavior. Punishment by law enforcement is given depending on the nature of the crime and the perpetrator's current strike. Three strikes until the individual is incarcerated for ten years to life. However, these strikes can be contested in a court of law.


• The above, of course, is based solely on the government's self-declared laws. Some of which, such as deeming those who try to escape guilty, are ludicrous if such precautions such as a barrier are put into place. This either means that there is the possibility of escape, or that the government means to set an example of those who try.


• Major offenses are punishable by more than a single strike based on the nature of the crime, but still up to the whim of the government. These offenses include, but are not limited to, both murder and battery.


• New Moore practices civil law. This means a judge decides a person's fate based on a variety of factors including evidence, proper defense and former record. I'm unfamiliar with the officials appointed, or their means of ruling fair judgment.


• Those who are prosecuted are guilty until proven innocent. Unfortunately there doesn't seem to be many competent defense attorneys on this island. This puts everyone at a disadvantage in the eyes of the judge.

This is all set-up by a third party and not the actual government and laws made by the island of New Moore itself. We can assume source outside the island is involved, unless I find evidence otherwise. As far as who or what, that, for the moment, remains to be seen.

It has only been a few days, but my endeavor has left me with more questions than answers. However, the name "New Moore" sounds familiar, even if I can't place it right now.

The blindness was only temporary. Thank you for everyone who offered their helpful advice, although I'm not sure how I'll go about recognizing you.

Now that it's summer, maybe we should move the tent outside.

I'm glad that's over. I should feel lucky that nothing of consequence actually happened to me, other than my wallpaper changing every so often.

Really, what kind of sense of humor do the guys running this place have if what I read about is their idea of a joke?

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Yukimi's gone. The apartment's cleaner than I've ever seen it, and he didn't even leave the notes on seals Gau prepared for him, so he's probably been released.

...The sad thing is that this actually makes sense. I think I've been waiting for the day when someone finally told me that the entire duration of my high school life was either someone's cruel idea of a joke or some kind of dream I've been having for the past few months. Even if it was just ruled out by me waking up from a different dream.

That said. I'm really getting tired of waking up in hospital beds and having to deal with nothing but exposition right away. Maybe the last time it happened was just a prelude to this happening.

Actually, you know what? I don't want to know.

Looks like that worked out, didn't it? Funny how a bunch of noble heroes can come together and save the day, and someone's left apologizing in the aftermath. Seriously, don't you idiots ever wanna own up to what happened? To who you really are? It's always the same mess. Really, after tiny Tim, I'm waiting for the next good guy to screw up royally and then be left with only apologies. Hey, it might even be me.

But don't expect much.

At least I got a prize outta that disappointing ending. I'd been having a hard time finding the right amount of time to go grocery shopping, but now I've got my sweetie to help me out.

So, Gau, here's a shopping list! I expect my things in the kitchen (there's a button to find it, I bet you're clever enough) by morning.

- Potatoes
- Aquagate toothpaste (the extra whitening kind)
- Bananas
- Windeer cleaner
- Disafina water bottles
- Lubricant. I'm not picky. As long as it's slippery. I wanna see how creative you can be.
- Trorex jumbo sized condoms. We're gonna have to consummate this, aren't we? I wouldn't wanna let the good island people down on the first good idea they had!

And bring your pink haired friend by, too. He can help you clean.

Katsura-sensei's things are gone and I haven't checked with the police but I think this is all pretty self-explanatory by now. It's really unfortunate because he was supposed to buy toilet paper this month. Gau, should we move the tent?

also, I guess this means your final is canceled.

[At 12:01, a minute after midnight – a minute after the Dark Hour – every television on the island switches on.

 

Grainy, flickering images like surveillance camera footage appear on the screen, most colors washed out to green and grey versions of themselves, but what the camera shows makes little sense. After all, why would someone have a surveillance camera in a cave? Or a tremendous computer screen with several desks worth of instrumentation and a massive, thronelike chair facing it? And what's that shadow coming from offscreen right? It looks like... a dinosaur?

 

The chair swivels around, slowly, to face the camera. There, sitting with his fingers steepled and a frown on his face, is Tim Drake. He's dressed in what seems to be an odd combination of ninja costume and Special Forces gear, and his eyes are glowing golden.]

 

Good evening, New Moore! And welcome. You're all about to get a sneak preview of a brand-new program tonight. I'm your host, Tim Wayne, and this is 'CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?'

 

[The computer screen behind him flashes with glowing text spelling out the title, and then shows hundreds of file folders being opened, thousands of documents having their security cracked and filling the screen with tiny, unreadable thumbnails.

 

He is smirking openly now.]

 

Any city has its share of secrets. Every person does too. And we're always snooping into them, always assuming that the little things you don't know are soooo important. That's bad enough. You know what's worse, though?

 

[He glances offscreen briefly, giving someone or something a significant look.]

 

Keeping secrets. That's what really hurts you. What worms into your lives, breaks apart your relationships, makes you hide, paranoid, in some...

 

[He lets out a brief, exasperated breath, and his voice turns bitter and sarcastic for a moment.]

 

… some 'Fortress of Solitude,' some hole in the ground, thinking that it's necessary, it's vital that this never gets out. Who could like you if they knew? How would you be safe?

 

But the truth is that hiding things makes people suspicious. Honesty makes you safe. You're hard at work bricking yourself up, driving people away, can't you see that? You're so obsessed with secrets that you ignore everyone, so of course, nobody likes you in the first place.

 

[That last sentence is almost a yell, and the yellow light in his eyes flares brightly.]

 

And you've got to learn. You just have to, for your own good, before you all turn into twisted shadows of your own... fathers.

 

[He grins, a wide, manic grin.]

 

SO! That's why we're all here tonight! To strip away these senseless barriers you're building, and to Reveal. The. Truth! To spill every secret anyone in this worthless place has hoarded, and then, as our Grande Finale...

 

[One deep breath, then another, and he leans back, calm again, as the camera zooms in for a close-up on those glowing eyes and the amused twitch of his lips.]

 

I'll show you what a real secret looks like.

I know people are distracted by what's happening lately, but remember to tip your matchmaker service if you had a nice time at that formal, whenever it was.

I have received information that there will be a formal "dance" in the island. I expect all students to finish their work - I am, after all, diligently preparing your final exam. I will not give out many details, but I do recommend studying "The Mathematics of Running" and "The Geography of the Samurai Way".

Nonetheless, I am not heartless nor a useless old man. Of course, you should all enjoy yourselves at this "dance". I am also planning to attend: if you don't perform to my satisfaction, I will add a "dance" section to the exam.

Ah, if only Elizabeth was here to enjoy this with me...