Third Arrow

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[In what is possibly the most useless C.A.T. transmission to date, Cissie is staring at your soul her C.A.T. No movements, no words... just lots and lots of staring into the device and the room around her. It's likely that she doesn't even know the darn thing's on!

Fellow citizens of Luministi, Cissie nearly killed someone in cold blood a long time ago. She, unfortunately, has been regressed to that time. Calling to her might work, but it's also just as likely that she wouldn't respond. (Or mumble in gibberish.)

She'll apologize later. Hopefully.]

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[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Um... sure? I guess I can listen?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm afraid that we aren't in Pennsylvania, or even on Earth for that matter, far as we can tell. We're trapped in a town called Luministi. We - that is, the others who were brought here - were working on figuring a way out, but now we've all lost our memories.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

...

[Give her a minute, she's letting everything sink in.] So we were kidnapped to this place? Greaaaaaat. I didn't want to go back home to search parties.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[She waits patiently. It is kinda crazy, after all.]
[And at the mention of search parties her heart skips a beat. It's a concern on her mind too.]

From my notes, it seems that our parents - or guardians - had to give consent for us to come here. So maybe they aren't worried about us. Maybe they know where we are.
But if our minds are blank about the whole thing--
...

[Fuu can't bring herself to continue. She swallows heavily. The 'what ifs' crowd her mind.]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound good. [So much for giving up the hero lifestyle. She can't do it. Not now.]

So what you're saying is... our parents could know, but we didn't? That's super fishy.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Indeed it is. And there's even more fish to be had.

The Sheriff and the Mayor - and I'm guessing anyone else involved with this 'revitalization program' of theirs - are under the impression that we volunteered for this.

[Fuu explains about the message from the Mayor.]

I don't remember for myself how I got here, but I can tell you I certainly didn't remember signing up for this. That is to say, even before this current amnesia.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

My mom liked to do crazy things for publicity stunts... but I think even she would've balked at something like this. [she pauses - this could mean action figures! A TV show! Lots and lots of publicity! ... Maybe her mom really did volunteer her for this and just planned on telling her later.]

Great. Even if we manage to get back, we'll look like loons because we supposedly brought it on ourselves.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Brightly] More or less!
But I'll be happy to deal with that when we do get back.

I'm sorry to have given you all this crazy news, Miss Cissie. Perhaps take some time to think about it and look around your apartment? Perhaps you have left yourself a journal, or there might be other clues around you.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

It's just Cissie.

Hm, maybe... I'm not really the one to blog my thoughts to everyone. [she pauses, now taking in her apartment again] Thanks. I'll definitely keep an eye out and let you know if anything shows up.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Fuu blinks in surprise - wow, first-name basis already? Oh, but Americans aren't used to the formal style of address... So she smiles and nods.]

'Blog'...?
You're very welcome. I look forward to talking to you again!

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Me too. If we put our heads together, I'm sure the answer'll be there in plain sight.