Deer Country Network

[Ezra has a Sword of Agency laid across his lap when he flips on the camera to his Omni. The very observant might note he's in one of the safehouses Ruby clued him into. He looks thoughtful.]

I've had enough time travel and other weirdness going on in my life for the last year that I wasn't sure how far off my count of subjective days might be. But I woke up to this sword, which gives off some pretty interesting vibes. So either my Blessed Day is a really random day, or it's my birthday.

I'm going with it being my birthday. Nineteen.

I've always pretty much hated my birthday, as long as I remember. Some of it's personal, but even the personal stuff is tied to the fact that the day I was born, the galaxy where I'm from changed, and not, in my estimation - and a whole lot of other people's - for the better.

There's no, like, cosmic or destined implications to the fact I was born that day, by the way. Not as far as I know. Just cause and effect, maybe. Stress can lead to early births, right? I'm just a kid from a backwater planet in a big galaxy. My parents weren't anyone important.

But sometimes my birthday felt like a curse.

None of that baggage came from here. I'd like to try to put some of it down, you know? [He peers towards a window.]

It's looking bad out there, but if you want to brave it, I've got a big pot of mushroom stew on, and I think I'm gonna see if I can get this thing to project a movie. Not exactly a dazzling party, but it's more than I usually celebrate. Some company would be great. Or just talk to me on here.

Any suggestions for a must watch?

Content Warning: talk of predation, cannibalism, and allusions to assault (both sexual and physical)

[this is not the usual appearance of the person who normally uses this username. she's set the omni up so that she can multitask, watering some strange-looking but local plants at her windowsill, and...yup. that is certainly a human girl (well, young woman) with the voice recognizable to some as a certain rabbit Sleeper.]

( Morbid talk below. )

It's strange. There was a lot I wanted to do before I turned twenty.

It doesn't feel wrong to have been brought here, but I wish I wasn't by myself. I remember wanting to spend today with people I cared about, but that's not possible anymore.

[someone is very clearly brooding & feeling the effects of Cloverfield.]

People tend to roll their eyes whenever a girl talks about her feelings in a vague way for everyone to read, but if I didn't say anything about today, I'd probably feel much worse.

[On the video is a boy, who looks no older than fifteen at the most. He's smiling at the video but there's something unsettling about it. Perhaps because it's a little cheeky, like he knows something that no one else does. Or perhaps because there's the smallest tinge of sourness to his expression. Depends on how you want to read it.

Either way, you might find it just a little unsettling.]

Tell me. What is our purpose here? To survive, of course, as all living things try to do. But they must have greater expectations for us. Especially after they helped us regain our form. Surely, someone has made expectations known.

["Hmmm."]

Or did you have a purpose back home and now must find a new one? Are you happy to be freed from it? Or do you hope you can return to fulfill it?

Or is being here the opportunity to find a purpose for yourself? One that you never had before but always wanted? Or does this place put new burdens on you?

[The unsettling smile lasts a few more seconds before he pulls back from the feed, leaning back casually in a chair waiting for answers like he just asked what their favorite breakfast cereal was for a shopping suggestion instead the rather prodding line of questioning he actually asked.]

I'm quite interested to know!