Aqua | Maya Aaronson (
unwakingwaters) wrote in
savetheearth2013-07-19 05:07 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
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- baccano!: isaac and miria,
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- gundam unicorn: banagher links,
- kingdom hearts: aqua,
- kingdom hearts: naminé,
- kingdom hearts: riku,
- kingdom hearts: ventus,
- supernatural: castiel,
- the world ends with you: neku sakuraba,
- tiger and bunny: kotetsu t. kaburagi
handwritten
[this is written in dark blue fountain pen on nice paper with a close cursive hand]
7/19/2013
Right, so, starting out in my usual way of warmups with too much exposition as to my exact circumstances at current -- trying to remind myself of the dream I had when I was thirteen exactly by exactly copying out the contents of the journal I made that night.
So...
#2027952
February 7, 1966
Dear Diary: Last night I had the strangest dream, the most wonderfully clear dream, about a golden room with great stained glass windows, and a test I had to take to--
[there's a great big ink stain here and then actually some significant time passes as Maya reads all the text suddenly in her nice new notebook. At least an hour.]
Well.
If it weren't for the fact that this fully navigable website appeared in a perfectly ordinary leather-bound notebook, I would dismiss it as a particularly inspired ARG. But as it stands, this appeared in a notebook. I normally consider myself quite a skeptic but well. This, I believe, qualifies as extraordinary proof.
I think I met some of you at the convention the other day. My name is Maya Aaronson. I've at least gathered from your entries that this is a secret network of some sort, that some of you are experiencing physical and mental changes that seem impossible (but again, you've provided extremely compelling evidence) and that there's... something out there.
Could someone provide me with a little more detail?
7/19/2013
Right, so, starting out in my usual way of warmups with too much exposition as to my exact circumstances at current -- trying to remind myself of the dream I had when I was thirteen exactly by exactly copying out the contents of the journal I made that night.
So...
#2027952
February 7, 1966
Dear Diary: Last night I had the strangest dream, the most wonderfully clear dream, about a golden room with great stained glass windows, and a test I had to take to--
[there's a great big ink stain here and then actually some significant time passes as Maya reads all the text suddenly in her nice new notebook. At least an hour.]
Well.
If it weren't for the fact that this fully navigable website appeared in a perfectly ordinary leather-bound notebook, I would dismiss it as a particularly inspired ARG. But as it stands, this appeared in a notebook. I normally consider myself quite a skeptic but well. This, I believe, qualifies as extraordinary proof.
I think I met some of you at the convention the other day. My name is Maya Aaronson. I've at least gathered from your entries that this is a secret network of some sort, that some of you are experiencing physical and mental changes that seem impossible (but again, you've provided extremely compelling evidence) and that there's... something out there.
Could someone provide me with a little more detail?

handwritten;
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[...Ahahaha]
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[how is a guy that clumsy a cop...?]
Pleased to meet you. Did your daughter enjoy the book, at least..?
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And yeah, she was really excited about it.
[It was kind of nice, getting to have a Normal Dad Success before being forcibly reminded his life was now a mess of aliens and weirdness and child-murdering bosses and coworkers that were actually werewolves.]
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[Kotetsu isn't exactly...up on the popular things these days u_u He's trying to remember the details of his daughter's excited flailing when she'd heard about Ms. Aaronson being in Locke but with everything going in it hadn't registered beyond "get the book signed and send it to her and she'll be really happy".]
the...uh...spiky haired guy? I'm pretty sure it was a guy anyway. Probably.
[y e p]