[[ This journal is located on Sol's PDA. It can only be read if a character gains access to his PDA, and there is no encryption at all. ]] > Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #1" on April 2nd 2415 > > I found my way to a colony known as Katune. So far, things have been rather... silent, I suppose. I've yet meet anyone with similar interests, but I assume such folk would be far and few in Antares. I've yet to find a job of sorts that would fully utilize my education at AIT. As for what I could do in the mean time, playing chess is probably the most fun I've had in a while!
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #2" on April 3rd 2415 > > I managed to get my home server up and running again, so now I can host PDA software I code, even if nobody has downloaded any yet... but let's stay positive! I'm almost certain I'll find a job suitable for me so- > > Holy... some figure in black armour scared the bejeezus out of me... Katune scares me sometimes... > > Text appended on April 3rd 2415 > > I got asked to do the strangest thing. A Hylotl asked me to snap a picture of some human wearing a green sweater for... whatever reason. I don't even want to know why, but I hope the human doesn't find out I did it, he'd probably beat me to a pulp.
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #3" on April 5th 2415 > > Last night... last night I met the most beautiful Avian... but I was also reduced to even more of a nervous wreck than usual by her... presence... I gotta pull it together. I'm a wreck, and I know it. But how?
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #3" on April 6th 2415 > > I showed her my home... she didn't seem to pleased by the fact that I live in a cave... but, hey - the rent's cheap, the landlord doesn't bleed me dry, and it's warm and dry. Is that not what a home should do? I suppose I am probably missing something, but I am far from perfect... if I was perfect, I wouldn't be so damn skittish... anyway, she's mentioned a "Glauen" twice now, and that he may have a use for me... I'll have to wait and see.
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #4" on April 7th 2415 > > Well, I left my cave, and I finally met Glauen. There was something weird about the way he acted then... can't quite put my talon on it. He brought me to the Warren and let me have a room in exchange for my services as an AIT graduate in software development. It's nice here, but I kinda miss my cave... I guess I'll get used to it. > > In other news, I'm neighbours with Fenics, and literally the worst thing happened. I was sat at my desk, listening to music with earphones. I must've drifted off, as I had my eyes closed and I was unknowingly singing along out loud. She must've heard me through my door, as she crept in and scared the crap out of me - however, she did say I wasn't too bad... I guess the two months I spent in that cave really have paid off, heh. > > I haven't ditched the cave completely, I do have another purpose for it - they believe I've truly left it in favour of the Warren, but I've still got one chest hidden in there, the contents of which they will never discover.
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #5" on April 10th 2415 > > I started to hear voices in my head again... this time telling me to open up to the others in the Warren. Telling me to socialise, the sort of stuff I deemed impossible. "Small steps. One thing at a time." the voice said. If I don't open up, they'll start thinking that I was actually Flightless, and that they'd ostracise me. I can't just lie down and take it. I guess I just have to try. While I am physically free of my cave... I am still mentally trapped there. It's time to step out of the shadows.
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #6" on April 21st 2415 > > It has been eleven days since my previous entry. Time really flies, doesn't it? Birds fly too. Well, Fenics does. She left a note in her room, announcing her departure from Antares. This is grave news for me. There are feelings I simply can not convey in text, emotions I can not describe without a video of my face as I type this. I can't talk to the others about this, I need some time for myself, to think everything over and consider what I will do to cope. > > This news really has taken its toll on me. I don't know what I'm going to do now. Running away wouldn't accomplish anything, but that doesn't mean I can't sleep elsewhere on the planet temporarily... I wonder if I still have that sleeping bag.
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #7" on April 23rd 2415 > > The past couple of days have been rough. The sandstorms have caught me off guard twice, but I still can not return. Not in this state. I don't know what I'm going to do from now. Any plans I've had for the future have been abandoned due to recent events. I might have to leave the Warren entirely while I sort myself out, but where would I go? I can't go back to that cave. I'm running out of options, with that Flightless hunting party out and about.
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Sol's Journal #8" on April 29th 2415 > > A few days ago, I decided to check out a distress call in hopes of finding something to take my mind off of things, but it turns out it was the Flightless hunting party I had heard about. I remained on the planet for a few hours, but I just couldn't take the risk so I left and asked Óðinn to go and help... what a mistake that was. He ended up getting himself killed. I feel guilty about it... but he did want to die in battle with an axe at hand, and he did. What a way to conclude my shitty week. > > We've begun to relocate to Dexter's Gardens... Fenics' lab... that's definitely going to help me take my mind off her, for sure. I sound like I'm obsessed, perhaps I am. I don't know what to do anymore... I just feel so... lonely... again. I'm surrounded by things she is responsible for. How is that going to help me free my mind of these binds that tie me down and make me weep?
-A note has been taped to the bridge next to the teleporter on Dexter's Gardens.- [DOUBLEPOST=1431376808,1430667050][/DOUBLEPOST]> Logged in as Xzffjp > Saved as "Sol Reborn" on May 11th 2415 > > I've been through so much shit. Let's see... I've mutilated myself, I've been captured, tortured, tortured again, dumped with the USAF, and I'm back at the Gardens. > > That aside, Fenics made a surprise return. I was reluctant to show myself, since I have a plucking vocoder nailed to my face and black robes stitched to my skin. But I did, and I had a nice chat with her. I did confess my love to her - finally, but I'm not too sure how to interpret her reaction. One small step for me, but I still have one giant leap to make if I want to put an end to the machine.
> Logged in as Sol > Saved as "Supernova" on 1st June 2415 > > I have found it. I have located the server, and now I need to shut it down. But I can not go alone. I think Glauen would like to come, and I promised Fenics I would take her with me. I received a message from the server: > > "So you have found me, Sol. Now, there is only one way this will end, and I want Glauen and Fenics to be there. Bring anyone else, and this will be more trouble than it's worth for you." > > I need to show this to Glauen, but he has been rather busy with his brother visiting and getting shot up. > > I am extremely nervous about this... I don't really know what to expect, so I will assume the worst. It will probably be the end of me, and the machine wants Glauen and Fenics there to see it. In the event that I do die, I hope for them to read this message: > > "Dear Glauen and Fenics, > I would like you both to know that you meant a lot to me. Glauen, you provided me shelter at The Warren, and you kept me fed when you had no damn idea who I was - aside from what the others have told you. You brought me into a group where I felt I actually belonged, and it has helped with my confidence significantly. You supported me when I needed it, and I thank you for it. > > Fenics, I love you. While we haven't spent a huge amount of time together, you were really important to me. The time you brought me along on your search for Dirturchin, I really enjoyed it because I got to spend time with you. Albeit, I was shy, but I cherished that time. I'll miss you, but perhaps one day we'll meet again in the Aether. > > Only bother with a funeral if you have nothing better to do with your time, for I wish to not distract you from your daily activities. I will leave you with an old Earth poem which I thought was fitting. > > Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can go no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. > > See you in the Aether, > Sol Cloudwing"
