Clockwork, Steam, and Flux Capacitors

[Public] To anyone who saw my last entry, I'm okay now. Sorry for possibly scaring anyone. Just -- a bad experience from my past.[/Public]

[Locked to Gladys, Farley, and Dmitri] Thank you for helping to snap me out of it. Your assistance was much appreciated. I'm sorry again for soaking all of you like that. I really wish my weather control powers didn't work like that.

Dmitri, it was very nice to meet you. Too bad it wasn't under better circumstances. You seem quite the interesting conversationalist. [/Locked]

[Locked to Gladys] I hope you're feeling better now. Just remember, you've always got me if you need someone to lean on. [/Locked]

[Locked to Aubrey] Since I've heard from you recently, I assume you're all right, despite the recent -- complete madness at the Gauche. Just let me know how you are and if there's anything I can do for you. And say hi to the Skid for me, if you get a chance. [/Locked]

[Locked to JD] Just checking in, seeing how you are. Feeling all right these days, I hope? Better than I have? [/Locked]

[Locked to Suzie Costello] I'm sorry. I don't know if you hear that a lot, but -- I felt it needed to be said. I'm sorry I completely lost my composure when you told me about the "Andrew." You unfortunately touched upon a rather primal fear of mine. I don't know what you got from my subconscious, but the place I was before -- Arcadia -- is utterly horrible for humans. I lost a lot of myself there. In fact, if it wasn't for someone from my old home town showing up and reminding me of my name, I probably would still be stuck there. And when you said you saw Andrew, I jumped to the conclusion that all of this was some sort of illusion he created just to study my reaction.

This doesn't really excuse what I did. So, again, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't frighten or hurt you. I know my weather powers probably came as a bit of a surprise. I didn't hurt you or cause any damage to the Gauche, did I? If so, I'll try to make it up to you (and whoever owns the Gauche).[/Locked]

[Locked to the Vesimer] Thank you for the offer of assistance on my last post, even if I wasn't in the right frame of mind to accept. I think a psychic in my brain, even a well-intentioned one, might have just made things worse. Nothing personal, I've just had -- some very bad experiences with a certain one. Nevertheless, it was very kind of you. [/Locked]

[The following is written in a rather shaky hand, and is rather watermarked]
Hello everyone. Yes, I'm still alive. I just -- I haven't gotten back to my journal until now. I left it behind when I went out earlier this week and

Can anyone tell me what the hell happened to that giant rabbit? I tried to catch the thing and contain it, but it got away from me. And then somehow I was back in Arcadia Andrew was going to I'd just really like to know that it's dead. Who the fuck makes giant rabbits

They're saying on the news that there's hundreds of people dead, and I believe them. I've got North Side Services -- the homeless shelter -- pretty much to myself. I guess that when that -- gas -- hit, most of them --

Suicide.

there's blood everywhere

I'm surprised I'm

I suppose I should mention I rather left part of Grant Park a shambles. Though it could have been much worse. My unique physiology apparently disappated the hallucinogen through my system faster than normal. Only time it's come in handy Thank GOD I was near no buildings at the time. I could have kil

Please tell me you're all alive. Please tell me the gas didn't get you too, or the explosions, or the serial killer, or that fucking rabbit

don't be dead

Oh god I miss Marty

(OOC: Yeah, I know, late to the party. I got a little stuck when they took the jackrabbit, you see. Doc was kinda left in the lurch, and it took me a bit to figure out how to get him back into all this)

[The following is written in a rather unsteady hand]

This afternoon, at about 3:30 P.M., I experienced a rather wracking nightmare about my life before I stumbled through the Rift. Unfortunately, this resulted in violent weather phenomena localized in my room. Long story short, I have managed to thoroughly wreck my room with a small hurricane. I don't think the damage spread past my own living space, luckily, but Room 88 is completely soaked. Can anyone tell me who is in charge of clean-up in situations like these? I'm willing to pay to have the carpet, TV, and other things replaced (once I get some money). Also, is there a spare room that I can use until my own is sufficently repaired?

While I'm thinking about it, is anyone else here capable of manipulating weather patterns? This incident has shown that I have little control over my own powers, which is not a good thing. If I have another nightmare which I'm almost certain to, I might cause even greater property damage. I'm willing to take help from any source. I don't want to hurt anyone simply because I refused to take responsibility for my powers and actions thereof.

Finally, to anyone who may have noticed or sensed what was happening, I'm sorry if I caused you any undue distress. I seriously had no idea that a nightmare would cause such a violent reaction. My life before the Rift was terrifying horrible not always pleasant. I myself am fine -- it's just my room that's a mess.

Thank you for your consideration, everyone.
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