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[It was mid-afternoon in Luceti and about an hour or so had passed since Jake came to and found himself not where he was supposed to be. After the initial shock, he managed to work out the journal and heard about some guide that led him to re-locate his things. Now he was taking stroll through the village. None of the technicalities of this place made sense to him, but he got the idea that he was stuck playing prisoner. That was what it all concluded to really. Nothing new to him, though this beats China's facilities any day. Was he happy? Not in the least. He was in the middle of something pretty damn important, like stopping an epidemic. Yea, he read that time would stop, but just leaving the job undone, when they were so close was pretty frustrating. Besides, he was still skeptical about a lot of things about this place.

He came to a halt in front of House 31, and gave it a look over. He walked around and locates a window. It looked like no one was staying in this house and it was surrounded by other homes that didn't have inhabitants in them either. Perfect. This particular window was facing the river and CB4. Anyone who happened by or just looked in the direction of the river would probably notice an explosion that was set off by a grenade. On closer inspection, a window had been blown off and took a chunk of the wall with it.

A few minutes after that, Jake goes on the journal.]

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So how much of a beating can this place take before the magic repairman stops coming by to fix everything?

[People can probably hear the the river, as he had moved himself away from House 31.]

Also, this is to anyone who got dumped here from Earth, if the words "Neo-Umbrella", "B.S.A.A." or "C-virus" sound familiar to you, talk to me. If you don't know know what I'm talking about, consider yourself lucky, I guess.

[...Should he mention Sherry? No, she'd likely answer this if she was really here. Anyone from home could be here afterall]

Just wanted to get an idea of how many people are on the same page as me.

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[ ...hearing anyone mention the bsaa is like a fine breath of refreshing air. claire's startled gasp is audible, as she begins broadcasting far earlier than she intends. still not used to these books! and yet, she's been monitoring them closely for just this reason. desperate for some sign of home.

but something else -- and perhaps something far worse -- manages to catch her attention more firmly: ] W-wait. Neo-Umbrella?

[ well, shit. nothing about that sounds even remotely good. and who's this guy, so cavalierly naming such a terrifying concept. claire hopes it's only a concept. ]

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[ ...Part of that sounds familiar. One of the other new feathers mentioned it, didn't they? ]

Claire asked about the "B.S.A.A." thing! That's a government Earth thing, right?

An' the other thing depends on if the building has automatic repairs at all. Not all places do, you know.

[He knows and yet he cannot say a thing.

...New Feather cycles are so stressful.]

There are some buildings made by the people of Luceti which do not repair themselves. If it is not too forward of me, I ask that one is careful in his choice of buildings to beat.

Well, one of my best friends kicked me through our apartment wall awhile back and that only took a couple of hours. Another friend tried to tear apart her walls to remake it into a dojo.

If that gives you a baseline indicator, eh.

Our home is a daily battleground. You could say that if it weren't for the regenerative properties of this enclosure we'd of been homeless months ago. [Not his choice- he lives with Goku.]

[It probably says something about someone if the sound of an explosion gathers a response of only a curious glance up. Perona was taking a walk to the battle dome - to throw up a projection to relax her mind, or to blow off some steam with a battle sequence, who knows - and spies the smoke billowing in the distance, from a house. ...Huh. That's unusual. At least it wasn't anywhere near her own room, though. Then she'd have more words to say.]

...Noisy idiots ruining a peaceful afternoon. Peh.

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