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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[/Private]


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 >>]

( Police Filter // Viewable to those investigating the stonings )

I'm glad I got away without having to enumerate my near escapes; I wouldn't have had time to listen to the stories the City wanted told.
I thought, once, that I remembered dying, though often I can't tell what I've seen from what I've dreamed. November twenty-sixth. Someone told me that souls mate eternal; that though we don't recall, in some inscrutable way we stay side by side through the years, the lives, the deaths. Born sisters once, mother and child a second time, lovers third; and yet some lives we meet only in passing, lonely and disconnected, seeing for an instant unknown faces that strike a chord deep within us, though we know not why.
We aren't the damned, or the saved, who have fallen down this rabbit hole. Perhaps it's but a dream from which we'll wake, some shared unconscious memory lying at the root of all realities. Perhaps there's no rhyme or reason behind it; a land where dead men walk with figments of dead men's imaginations, where dreams and nightmares mingle with reality.
Is this merely the logical end of a long journey, a walk through darkness begun with eyes open wide in naive fascination? A restless search for a truth I couldn't comprehend, only longed for with a child's stubbornness? Here so many truths lay bare, so many are handed to me, unsuspected-- and questions raised for which there are no answers in sight, questions I could not have asked had I not been pulled off my path.

[ooc: The count for investigators I'm working with is Harry Dresden, Molly Carpenter, Carlos Ramirez, Karrin Murphy, and Vincent Valentine, as lifted from Harry's filters, but if your char has been involved with the investigation feel free to assume they're on it too? ^^;]

[Police Filter]

Well, as verifiable proof that no matter what dimension you're in, Mondays inherently suck... There's been an explosion in Building Five. A lot of property damage, but the fire looks to be under control, and most of the injuries seem minor. As far as I can tell there haven't been any deaths.

I've brought in a suspect for questioning, who was at the scene and covered in blood. As to what actually happened, I have no idea.

[ooc: aaand here's Mulder, helping out with plotty stuff, hope this works for ya? :D]