nobody down here

[Private; HACKABLE]


[x - 40253]
current location; unknown
present: (city date)
- 04.01.09
- 07.04.09

- actual nature, whereabouts, & temporal situation unclear
- appearances coincide with a semi-regular City occurrence wherein assorted, apparently unrestricted 'outsiders' visit for a 24-hour period; documentation here


[x - 73317]
current location; unknown
present: (city date)
- 01.19.09 through 04.16.09 [realtime approximately 1997?]
- 04.30.09 through 07.28.09 [realtime unclear - presumed after 1999]
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Two weeks.

For anyone who knows her, Agent Scully has once again left the City.

Yesterday was far too reminiscent of the mushroom thing for my tastes. Then again, I've been waiting for this place to dissolve into a pile of green goo since October.



[ooc; i've been having muse troubles with him, but he's not gone quite yet >>]

Agent Scully has left the City.

Nothing is harmless, here. First Sam shows up-- shit.

I thought she might come back, after the curse ended, but no such luck. Maybe it's for the best. She'd still be sick, if she had.



I think... I need to get out of the house for a while.



[ooc; re this~ sob, if only you were seventh season, mulder, you'd know better than to wish anything ever. ALSO SORRY MY ACTIVITY HAS BEEN... fgfsdg... ::tries harder. loves you all.:: going out soon but wanted to get this up, will catch tags this afternoon bbyz]

We may choose to question, to doubt, the evidence of our senses; but we cannot easily deny them. We interact with the world through our bodies; and so when we find them changed, might not our perception of the world change? Or am I me in some fashion that defies the flesh entirely. I'm not touching the battle of the sexes nonsense with a ten-foot pole, because that kind of conversation never ends well for the males involved... But I'll admit it was interesting to look through different eyes. Seeing the same world from another angle. I don't know that I learned anything, except that I don't like being short, which I really could have guessed.

Still, food for thought. If it's in essence an accident that I am the man I see in the mirror every day, what does that say about the person I believe myself to be? If I'd been born in the body I found myself in the other day (admittedly not without its advantages,) would I be where I am, who I am? Or would my life have followed some other path, impossible to imagine or predict?

I don't think we're meant to learn anything from these curses-- certainly theories abound to explain them, though whether any do, who knows-- but that doesn't mean we can't.

Anyway. In other matters-- has anyone heard from Donna Noble recently? She's been uncharacteristically quiet for a couple of days...

Okay. That whole David Duchovny thing? Disregard it. Never heard of him. Never met him. Not him. Yes, I know, look like him, I really don't want to hear it because it's pretty damn creepy.

But what the hell is going on today? People are shouting about aliens and invasions and, uh, what?

Seriously, guys, what's going on today?

[ooc: His fourth wall is flimsy anyway so do whatcha like! BONUS POINTS FOR TEACUP PICTURES. If anything is questionable to his sanity his memory will be fuzzy on the morrow so have at 'im <3 tags will be slow til this afternoon, sorry! ilu poly.]

They say that on Halloween, the boundary weakens between the world of the living and the land of the dead; that ghosts and ghouls and monsters can walk among us for that one night. What that means here, where the dead walk among us while we go grocery shopping, I'm not certain. Perhaps nothing; I've never been inclined to assume that the divide was so great in the first place. The truth is out there-- and so are a lot of other things, and I'm not convinced they need to wait for the end of October to come say hello.

You throw a hell of a party, City, and I appreciate the costume help. Peg leg? Hard to balance but still really, really cool. Glad I don't have to deal with it on a daily basis, though. Pirate was the right costume choice, in any case; much worse stuff to be stuck in. Indiana Jones was a close second, but I didn't have a whip handy.

Rose went home; I'm beginning to see what people have been saying, about how unexpected it can be, the way people come and go. No apparent pattern or logic governing it. Anyway, I hope she's okay, whatever dimension she's in now.

Funny that I find myself looking for some kind of scientific explanation, here, when I'm used to disproving the so-called rational theories. Maybe I just like the challenge.

What is it that we find so captivating about the concept of a man shedding his humanity and becoming a beast? Is it merely the appeal of the uncanny, the unfamiliar arising in a familiar setting—the wolf where no wolf should be? I’ve always suspected there’s an element of longing we don’t like to admit to; the desire to shed not only the form but the trappings of our day-to-day existence, an association of what we perceive as a simpler form with a simpler way of life. And yet, who’s to say we’d be happier, thrust back into the food chain we’ve spent thousands of years trying to ascend, trading office politics for the rule of eat or be eaten?
Still, as the City seems to know, the concept of transformation remains rooted deep in our minds. The first X-File, created and shelved by J. Edgar Hoover himself, dealt with a man who was more than a man—hidden away so people would stop fixating on the circumstances. But such things always come back to haunt us.
For those of you who don't usually check the homo sapiens box on the form, feel free to substitute your favorite species for the top-of-the-foodchain spot; I can only speak for my own facet of reality. Do the things that go bump in the night have dreams and nightmares of shedding their wings and fangs for suits and ties and ending up the pawns of bureaucracy? Now that is a horror movie in the making—not the man waking up to find out he’s become a cockroach, but the cockroach waking up to find a cubicle with his name on it.
Lions and tigers and bears, oh, my.
Sorry, I couldn't resist. So, who's been keeping score? Looked like a lot of cats and dogs, a handful of more exotic beasts and birds, a couple of things I didn't recognize and a number which don't exist where I'm from. For those of you affected, out of curiosity, any idea why you ended up with the fur, feathers, or otherwise you did? Or is the City’s madness without method?

I didn't end up with paws yesterday, so points to the deities for not making the cheap and obvious joke. I'm pretty much waiting for something dreadful to happen, since so far I haven't really been affected myself. Just a matter of time, right?

Rose, I'm afraid I had to ...borrow some of your things yesterday. It was for a good cause, I swear. Anything I can't retrieve, I'll replace, I promise. I would've asked but I didn't have a chance.

( Private to Lucy Saxon )

( Private to Clow Reed )

[ooc: orz, this would’ve been up earlier but I had to go out unexpectedly. >< per Cap’n Kuchiki’s request, Mulder’s put on his investigative hat. Lucy- and Clow-muns, I hope this is an acceptable way for him to harass you, I thought it’d be a little weird for him to just pounce your entries. >_>;]