Quest 117

( Private//Hackable by Friends )

Well, that's another August survived, anyway. Everyone always says that October is the worst of the months here in the City, and I suppose we'll find out one way or another if that's so, a few weeks from now. But August is a cruel month, too, and I can't say I'm very sorry to see it go. Already, September is turning out much better than its predecessor, and there are plenty of lovely things to look forward to! Blair's Across the Universe party is coming up fast--and isn't that a pretty name? It rather makes me think of Luke, sailing through the stars in his spaceship--and then shortly thereafter is the anniversary of Blue's jazz club, the Blue Light, and of course I'll be attending that. Which reminds me, there's rehearsal for it tomorrow, I mustn't forget that.

It's rather amazing, though, isn't it? That we've all been brought to this one place at this one moment in time, and given this chance to meet each other? And I can't speak for anyone else, of course, but I don't regret being brought here. It's been a little over thirteen months for me now, and I haven't once been home since, but...that's all right. It really is.

Things aren't always what they seem. Everything changes. And some things are more important than oneself. I still believe that things happen for a reason, and even if that reason can't always be found, that doesn't mean it isn't still there. Hiding things doesn't always mean they go away. Maybe it's true that we're brought here to represent our worlds, or to suffer for their sakes, or to provide misery for the clock to run on, or for some other reason entirely. Maybe we're brought here because we're meant to learn something from it, or to see something we've never seen before, or have chances we wouldn't have had at home. Maybe we're brought here to meet someone that will change us, somehow, for the better.

Or maybe we're brought here because someone else needed the chance to meet us.

Bumblebee's gone home now. I know he could be trying at times, but he was a dear friend and a very sweet person--er, or rather, car, I suppose--and it's really...not the same without him, somehow. Oh, it was frustrating to no end when he'd follow me around the Network and sing at my friends, there's no doubt about that. But looking back on it, it was always amusing, too. Even if it could be utterly mortifying at the time. I'm going to miss him very much.

And I know what he's going back to, as well, and Sam--

How does one go about thinking up a good name for a pet?


[OOC: Because the soap opera can NEVER BE OVER. What will happen next? No one knows! STAY TUNED.

ETA: AUGH BRB. And back!]