[Marked Private // Hackable with some patience]

Still no word nor sign from Father. I fear the worst, although I hope against all hope that my fears will not be confirmed. It is like him, after all, to disappear on occasion, and he may only be hiding from the world, even from me. I wish he would not; I hate to think of himself, all alone, with not a single soul for company. Mrs. Lovett's disappearance was especially hard on him, I know, and if it has driven him once again to madness, he will be a long time in recovering.

I would give anything at all to see him happy, healthy. To see him smile, without pain in his eyes. To hear him laugh, without the taint of madness in his tone. I know it is foolish thing to dream of, for he has little about which to smile, and even less about which to laugh.

Some time ago, I promised Gaz that I would keep Dib from killing Zim. I thought that, perhaps, I would do it myself, if necessary, to keep my promise. I do not think I realized until now the price one must pay to exact revenge.

Father once admitted to me that before he killed Turpin, he had killed others, as a sort of practice for the moment he would lay the blade to Turpin's throat. At the time, I thought nothing of it. But it hurt Father to do so, more than I think he is aware that it did. As much as I love Father, I do not wish to become like him, nor I wish Dib to become like him, either.

When all is said and done, when this war is over, I will not be returning home. I could not go back, knowing all that I do about other worlds. I cannot go back to Anthony, especially when my heart belongs elsewhere.

[/Private]

[ooc: Icon reads as 'Working' until hacked.]

Who sent me this... outfit? It's beautiful, and I do thank whoever sent it. Is it Asian? I seem to recall seeing an illustration once with a similar design...

And so many other people have received them too. Is there some festival or celebration going on?

[ooc: Johanna's yukata is blue (naturally, it being her favorite color ;3) with a bird / cherry blossom design.]

Father... are you still here?

( [Screened to AU Dib // Unhackable] )

( [Screened to AU Dib // Unhackable] )

( [Screened to Gaz // Unhackable] )

[Public]

If you've got... well, an alternate here, how do you deal with them? I don't, and I'm not sure I'd want to meet myself.

[Voice Post]

( Private // Unhackable )

( Screened to AU Dib // Unhackable )

[Public]

I have a question for you, Econtra. If you were ever given the choice between leaving this place, going home, or staying, which would you choose, and why?

[/Voice]

[Screened from AU Zim]

I apologize if my previous entry alarmed anyone. I am perfectly well, unharmed, and before anyone goes running after Zim, please consider that it was my fault that I allowed myself to get captured. I ought to have been paying more attention to what he was doing, rather than assuming he'd be all talk.

[Voice Post // Screened from AU Zim]

[The first sounds are of speakers against cloth, and a small clink, as if the communicator has hit something. Someone begins to speak, but the voice is muffled and difficult to understand. Despite this, however, the voice is calm, and sounds almost bored.]

… someone to … help me. Zim's …the church. … forgot that … communicator …he didn't … - … my arms. … appreciate it if someone … and untie me.

[The transmission ends abruptly, and is screened almost as soon as it is posted.]

[ooc: The is the complete message: "I need someone to come and help me. Zim's tied me up in the church. The idiot forgot that I've got my communicator with me, and he didn't gag me - just tied my arms. I would appreciate it if someone would come and untie me."]

And so everything returns to normal... If such a word can be applied to such a place as this.

[Screened to Dib]

Some little floating stuffed moose came by and dropped off a bundle of papers with your name on them.

[/Screened]

To whomever left the apple at the door, the gesture is appreciated, but I thought I made it quite clear that I cannot eat such things at this time.

Perhaps if we looked for a solution to this problem, rather than simply complaining about it, we might manage to get something done.

( [Private // Moderately Hackable] )

I hope I can trust you all not to attack me simply because I'm Irken and Zim's an idiot.

Oh, and don't attack Zim, either. Apparently he thinks he's Dib and he's taking notes on himself so he can cause his own downfall. With any luck none of us will have to deal with the bug much longer.

That said, since I know he's not going to come after me for making this public, meat and water are harmful to Irkens. Offer me either and I will come after you with my razors.

Make a comment about my height and I'll cut your legs off at the kneecaps.

[Screened to Dib]

Dib... I... I can't believe this. I'm Irken. Do you have any idea what's going on?

[/Screened]

Er... I appear to have fallen in some sort of... trap? But who would dig such a thing in the middle of the graveyard?

I don't suppose anyone's got some rope, have they?

[ooc: Yet another victim of Zim's pitfalls :3]

[Marked Private // Easily Hackable]

Lucy has vanished, and along with her, her possessions have vanished as well. I had, I find, grown somewhat fond of her; she was less a mother and more a sister to me, being near my own age, and I do regret that I was unable to bid her farewell. I can only speculate what may befall her, if she has returned to her own world. I pray, for her sake, that her future is brighter than my past, and that such a gentle and kind-hearted woman as she should not fall prey to the likes of Turpin.

However, that is merely speculation, and I am sorry to say that it holds no bearing on the matters at hand. I am very much sorry to see that Lucy is gone, but I shall not dwell upon the fact, for there are matters far more pressing to my attention. There is Father, of course, whom I count myself lucky to have escaped. A moment more in his presence, and I believe I should have begun to go mad myself. No, no, I mustn't speak of him as though as I desired to escape him; it was merely his mad designs and wandering mind that I wished to escape.

I find myself, it would seem, reverting to the manner of speech of my own time; I suppose it is only a natural thing, as I have had no contact with the rest of Econtra for over a fortnight. I shall have to remedy this, of course, for there are some here to whom I owe attention, and I can only pray that they have not looked upon my absence as an offence.

[/Private]

[Marked Private // Easily Hackable (especially to ST cast)]

Once upon a time, in a faraway land...

Fairytales... illusions...

Come back, Father.

[/Private]

[Accidental Voice Post]
[Screened a few minutes after posting // Easily Hackable]

No...

[There is the sound of something being thrown and then breaking, and Johanna's voice becomes hysterical.]

NO! I hate you! I HATE YOU!

[She throws something else; it shatters, and there is a muffled thump as Johanna throws herself onto a couch.]

Why couldn't you leave him alone? Why can't you just die?

[End Voice Post]

[ooc: As soon as she realized this had been posted, Johanna screened it, but she's extremely upset and so it might as well not even be screened at all.]

[Accidental Voice Post]
[Screened a few hours after posting // Hackable]

[The sound of quiet humming filters through the PDA, followed by a slight rustle, as if the owner of the device has it in her pocket and is rolling over. The humming begins again, accompanied by the sound of water, and then stops. There is a small sigh, and then Johanna speaks quietly to herself.]

Swore I'd never pick up a needle again, did I? Silly little fool. What were you thinking?

[Another small sigh.]

...do hope he likes it...

[End Voice Post]
[/Screened]