Hello!

I'm probably making too big of a fuss about this, but I wasn't even going to talk about it at all until a conversation I had the other day. It's just something about myself that I usually try to avoid talking about, because it's so strange, but in a place like this, it takes a lot to really be strange, doesn't it? There's superheroes and time travelers and stuff everywhere, so I'm probably pretty ordinary by comparison.

I want to talk about it, though. It might be nice to just get it out there instead of awkwardly trying to hide it through all of high school, too.

The thing I'm trying to get around to talking about is that I don't see other humans as being humans. Instead, I look at them and I see robots. The same goes for every living thing other than me, including in movies or photographs. I only know what they look like because of pictures and paintings and the like.

As far as my own perception of reality goes, I'm the only human in the universe. Is that too strange?

Who: Yukari Marii, Once-ler, Dave Strider, Ragnarok (but not Crona), Clint Barton, Jack Frost
What: A chatroom.
When: Saturday evening.
Where: The internet.
Warnings: None.

A text chat was held for no particular reason. Marriage and robots are discussed at length.

I suppose you're wondering why I brought you all here.

[[Notice: Because I had to duck out for a bit, there is a hole in my logs, from 10:05 CST to 10:35 CST. If anyone who was there has logs from that period, please hit me up and I'll update! This was really fun, if people are interested I may hit people up for another one down the road.

Also I really hope I was right when I said Jack Frost - they said Jack and I only see two Jacks in the game, so I'm 50/50 on this one]]

With everything that's going on, sometimes it's good to find something nice and familiar!

[Attached: Photo of a completed 1/100 scale plastic model robot.]

Since I don't have any of my tools or paints here, I had to go with an easier model. Because of that, and because he has a really strong and consistent image, I could put it together in a few minutes, and didn't even need to check the instructions (´▽`) His name is Billbine!

It makes me wonder what kind of show he's from, but I'd never actually watch it...

Is there anyone else here who likes robots and stuff? What about someone who knows where I can get a gas mask?

[[OOC: In the insane event that somebody actually apps from Aura Battler Dunbine, I'll retcon that robot.]]

Who: Yukari and various people.
What: One of the primary cat activities.
Where: Anywhere in New Moore where there's good patches of sunlight to be found.
When: Duration of event.
Warnings: Nothing comes to mind.

There are many aspects of felinity, and each Fictional got a different cross-section of the package. Some became cats entirely, some had smaller changes. Then there were some who were affected in ways that weren't at all apparent by looking, like Yukari.

What Yukari got from the strange cat-related incident was instincts. Possibly a slight tendency to pounce on small moving objects, but most prominent was the superhuman ability all cats possess to nap.

In short, as she explored her new home city, she was taking a lot of breaks. Anywhere where an invitingly warm ray of sunlight and the barest modicum of comfort can be found, the possibility exists of stumbling upon Yukari, fast asleep, curled up comfortably until the sun has the audacity to move.

It's a bit of an odd scene, but there's probably much odder things happening in New Moore these days.

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Hello everybody! (^o^)/

I guess last time I didn't even introduce myself, oops! My name is Yukari. I arrived a little while ago, but it took a while for me to get set up with a proper apartment and internet connection.

Well... I'm almost 15 years old, I guess I'll be starting going to school again pretty soon, and I'm not going to really talk about the "You're fictional" thing more until I've had some time to think about it.

In the meantime, does anybody need any machinery or electronics repaired? I'm pretty good with machines, so it's at least something I can do for now.

[Image: Small teenager, brown hair, purple eyes. She hesitates for a moment before beginning.]

What does it actually mean to be fictional in this context?

I've been told that the world I come from doesn't exist, but I do. Because I exist, my brain exists, and because my brain exists, my memories are real. Are they real memories of a non-existent world?

On the other hand, isn't that true of all memories? If you try to remember what you experienced yesterday, you're imagining a world that no longer exists. The past only exists within memories - it's every bit as unreal as a fictional universe. Because my memories exist, that world had an influence on the current real world, by leading to the creation of those memories.

So doesn't that make the imaginary world I came from just as valid as the past of this world?