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Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one...

[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]

There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.

Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.

[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.

[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]

You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.

[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]

Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?

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reveiller: (☁ stratiform. the vast world outside)
[The first thing you should notice is that he is wearing something gold, tacky and very, very frilly. If you tilt your head and squint sideways, you might be able to make out the tell-tale black stripes across the back of jacket. In all honesty, it looks like a very, very artistic and frilly rendition of a pikachu sans tail. In fact, that might explain the two red circles on his cheeks, painted on delicately. There is a Misdreavus threading through his hair carefully, picking her way across his brown strands and two yellow and black hair clips that stand up in a manner reminiscent of a pikachu's ears and a trapinch that's more or less consuming his boot right off of his foot. He pays them no mind, as per usual.

He appears to be collapsed on the bed, gear propped up between his hands as he huffs into the screen, poking at something with a finger. From the vantage point of the camera, it appears to be small, hand-held calendar.]


It looks like my birthday won't be coming this year either.

[Somewhat wry. He isn't disappointed, but he's in one of those pensive moods. Tilting his head so that it rests on an arm, he blinks, slowly.]

I have an hour to kill before the great reveal, at any rate. Anyone up for a rousing game of word association?

I'll start -- 'month'.