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[A new girl with long gray hair and wearing the white shift of a new arrival is staring curiously at y--no, wait, she's staring curiously at the mirror on the vine. She experimentally waves a hand and realizes it actually is recording.]

Hi. My name's Souji Seta. If anyone can actually see this...

[She holds up her "welcome" scroll]

...I read the pamphlet, but does anyone know what's really going on?

> You ask anyone who happens to be watching for details on where you've arrived. Falling asleep and ending up in a strange realm is not actually new to you, but this feels very different from the foggy paths you've been to before...maybe because the Fog is gone, or maybe it's yet another different world.

((OOC: For the record, smalltext lead with a > is private thought process.))

[a new girl here has just spent a little bit talking to the Vine in attempts to figure out how it works exactly, so it catches some of Aerith's words before she actually begins to address the network]

So you're the one I have to talk to, hm? [a pause] Though I've heard that you carry the voices of others as well... so then, can you connect me, Miss Vine? [another little pause as she clears her throat]

Hello? Heeelllo?

The garden here is beautiful and I don't mind staying for a little bit, but I do need to know the way back... to the Lifestream -- or, my Planet at the very least -- for later. I think the others should be okay without me for now, but I'd like to be there just in case.

Thank you, Vine and friends!

... this place sucks... Queen, are you there? Send me home already... I've... I've had enough of this...

*this entry is backdated to a few days or so after Nero picked on Kazumi.*

*Kazumi's been holed up in the floating island home she shares with a particular celestial for awhile now, sitting around and just kind of moping around after she was more or less humiliated*

[As the vine comes to life, it becomes clear that this woman has settled herself in the grass alongside one of the vine's buds, is stroking it with light fingers, tickling it into curlicues indulgently.]

What a lovely dream this is, so clever and vibrant.

[The cat that she had instructed as to the vine is settled in her lap, and she smiles down at the creature, sharing the conversation. She gives the fluffy white cat a lingering scritch, it doesn't seem overly amused that she continues to insist this is a dream.]

You agree, don't you. [She peers at the mirror once more, tilting her head as if trying to see something beyond the glass.] Do you hear me, dreamer? Will you come to speak with me? My name is Fela, I should love to meet you.