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Anything to stem the paranoia, he grasped for anything else. Something more complete, something more sure, anything better..



He was flooded with a sense of belonging, of having someone somewhere that was connected to him and it was strange but reassuring. He still didn't know who he was but somehow he knew he belonged somewhere and others at least knew him. That was something right? He clearly had a sister.. he liked to go out..

Pancakes sounded really good right now.

The boy took another offered memory, pinky out like he was choosing a fancy appetizer.

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"Yes, yes, no more taking photos of people when they're sleeping, yes especially if I do not know them, yes even more so if someone paid me to do it, I completely understand, mother." She smiles in what she hopes is an appropriately contrite (and believable) way, and crosses her fingers behind her back. From the other room, her father gives her a particularly knowing look, and loads more film into her camera.

He smirked at his own crafty defiance, shifting his weight on tiny feet. Reaching for the stars, taking pictures for money... he couldn't recall all of the details, but he was pretty sure he was a plucky girl detective, committed to deception, sneakiness, and money. Now if he could only figure out how to open that door.

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Astro Snap: Space Detective (Carrol)
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: 5'5"; black, faintly chitinous skin with tiny, pasty hands and feet; scorpion tail with a sock over his stinger (blue with yellow polka dots); jeans; sleeveless orange top with red trim; no shoes; four eyes; swoopy orange hair; orange shoelace with silver bell around his neck

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Thorn felt eyes on him, a prickle of hairs on the back of his neck, and he turned to the figure on the ground watching him quietly.

"Hey-" He moved closer and held out a hand, "What are you doing? Get up. You can't give up."

That's what the memory told him anyway. Fight.

Huh? The human is really close. She tries to look at his eyes, but is distracted by his hair and skin. Were humans supposed to come in shades of white and gray? It's very hard to focus. But she's not supposed to interact with humans--

But she does, right? She did, right? Because it's just so lonely otherwise.

She clutches the hand, trying to pull him down. "Don't leave."

As long as he stays here, it's fine. As long as someone stays, everything will be fine.

It took a moment for Sid to blink and recognize Sol and Zane standing in the same dream world as him, or maybe he was just simply dreaming them into existence because he was a little bored, maybe a little frustrated with all the doors already.

“Bonjour..” He returned the hug Sol gave him before pointing to the door again about to ask if they knew why it was locked. “Wait… did the door just… get bigger to you guys?”

He blinked again, tilting back enough to take in the entire door as fear slowly crept up his throat and the lights suddenly brightened. It was a room, a room with too many weird windows and too much wooden decor to be his particular taste of a place to hang out let alone dream about. A voice spoke, or voices, something it was running together as Sid turned to look at the other two.

“Hey…” His voice faded a little, brows knotted as he tried to remember their names, remembered why they were there, who they were.

Nothing.

Something stretched from underneath the door, across the floor as the voices spoke again as faint shards of almost glass like crystal lite up in the creature’s hands, they were something he needed right?

They were his?

Reaching the man wrapped his fingers around the closes and sucked in his breath.



Joking… sure. A shiver stretched down his spine as he stared at the crystal again, so he was a coward? No… that wasn’t quite right instead it was something more than that it was something rooted from something else, a fear for a reason from the past. He couldn’t remember, and harder he tried to think about it the more it faded away from him.

The door stood there, just blocking her way. The Asian looked around herself, gave no expression besides frowning slightly. People began to form groups and discussed what might have happened. She gave one or two particular people a steady glance quickly before she returned her focus back to the door. It seemed larger than before, she mused and became alert, couldn't help her body making a step backward as reaction.

Realizing her action, she creased her brows quick, made a step forward. In her mind, she was thinking that idiom saying how one come to this world alone and would leave this world alone. Humans needed companions in their journeys and she was one of those weak humans once and even that moment.

She slowly rolled her hand into fist, and would continue to space out if not the surroundings lit up like the beginning of a stage. Her eyes squinted in pain, the sudden lights had created many diverted images in her vision. She put one of her hands in front of her eyes and peeked through the gaps between. The lights had revealed where she was, rather than an endless dimension, she and other people were inside a cabin. At least the surroundings felt like one, windows were spotted and planks made up the walls and floor. Everything was strange though, the windows were not static, they changed in size every second like a bumping heart.

Still, the door was what caught majority of her attention - before a voice talked. It rang, like an echo, asking you to set them free. Shu recalled many times she had faced a door in the past, all somehow related to the legacies and about memories.

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As she stared at the door, a picture-image impression was at the back of her mind but she was unable to take it out. Just a click of time, she seemed to forget something very important - what's important to her? A name that people can call, something precious she owed or simply love............

She can have no name, like what she had done, one can always make a new name - Can she give up what she possessed? Yes, she can if it is for those she cares. She knew the answer in her heart. Her sisters and her brother and those people she met on the island. Her heart ached as she thought of them, something - an emotion raising and then - it dissipated like foams before it could get out.

It was an awful feeling, everything just vanished in a blink. The moment before it she was certain that they were there. Just there. Where they went? Her frown was obvious on her face, stubbornly attempted to dig out anything about herself in her mind.

The petite Asian strugged in her frustration didn't notice there were tendrils extended from beneath the door until something shiny nearby drew her attention. Her eyes then stuck onto it, the tiny crystal fragment held by the tendrils and it seemed promising to touch it -



Grasping the fragment had made it happened, she suddenly remembered a short clip of something. The intimidating figure that she couldn't see clearly, maybe due to lack of sufficient lights, was her father. She recalled when he talked to her, even she had a strong desire to explore who she was, she was afraid of him and could only comply to his words, his orders. The atmosphere was suffocating and she couldn't remember what business he was talking about.

She spent a while, hoping to dig more from the limited snippet but she failed. The petite Asian looked at herself, long black hair, small frame, Asian skin color. A while later, she found that besides those memories about herself, languages or common senses were still there. She therefore renamed herself, a temporary identity to give herself a solid ground to rebuild who she was.