paradisa | o5 | Dictated

[Cloud Strife]

Hey. You around?

[/Cloud Strife]

[Zack sounds a little tired and a little detached when he opens the journal. He's holed up in his room, wrapped in blankets as if he'll forget at any moment what it's like to be warm. For the moment he's escaped Angeal's ~~mother chocoboing~~ watchful eye by promising the man he won't go anywhere, that he'll just rest a while -- rest, and catch up on the journal. It's still a bit of a shock to think of how much he'd missed, how long he'd been trapped.]

I should probably thank anyone who took a whack at that hunk of ice in the lobby. And, uh, apologize for missing all the excitement, I guess.

Back home, I remember our chopper going down in a blizzard, side of a mountain. Me and some other guys, we survived. Started trekking through the snow. Ts-- [A pause, and a slight change in direction of the narrative.] I had point, more often than not. I remember going to scout ahead, another guy telling me how cold I could let myself get before I hit danger zone, passing out and hypothermia and all. It was really fucking cold.

This place, this castle... I wonder how it kept me alive in there.

[Because two weeks or thereabouts spent in a block of ice is certainly grounds for some wondering on the part of one's own mortality. He'd missed his own birthday even, spent it immobile in the lobby without even conscious awareness of the time passed. He supposes it doesn't really matter though: he's dead back home anyway no matter how much time he spends in Paradisa; that won't change.

It does make him put up another filter though.]

[People who are dead back in their own homes]

Hey. Anyone out there?

[/dead people]

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[Welp, undeniable proof he was dead. Cool.]

There is one other to account for, at the least.

Were you rescued?

Alive in where?

Edited 2012-12-07 21:37 (UTC)

Finally making that club that you were talking about?

[Hi Zack, Martel missed you.]

[Zack is the king of sensitive.]

Should be a couple of us. I just wanted to see how many. [A pause.] My name's Zack.

That's a good word for it, I think. A friend tells me I was stuck for a while and the ice just started to crack one day. So he helped it the rest of the way.