So.

You.

Whoever the fuck you are:

No. We are not leaving this room.

No. I wont tell you why I'm wearing this.

No.

No.

Shut up.

I'm supposed to start "work" today, but they'll have to fuckin' make me. I'm not putting on that esdrs. I'm not a fucking diam and HELL NO I am not carrying around a etherfusrtad and serving fuckin' perverts tea!

NO. NO. FUCK NO.

I am NOT fucking working at that place!

I got the notice and the-the uniform today. And I REFUSE. I REFUSE TO DEBASE MYSELF THAT WAY.

Hell or fucking high God I refuse!!

 

It's fucking dark in here. It's annoying.

STOP MAKING SO MUCH GODDAMN NOISE OUT THERE!!

Red lights don't bother me. Darkness doesn't either. Fucking pussies.

But I'm sick of the strange clankings and the idiots rambling about shit that can't happen.

Matt--stop fucking moaning over your stupid video games.

Matt. If I have to sleep in a tent then you will be tenting with me. Where the fuck are you?

If I weren't being told to get the fuck off the ship I would not have left, and they would not have been able to make me had I still possessed a weapon.
I refuse to type out like a whiny bitch what happened to make me "disembark", but I now am standing in a fucking field, and I can see the tents from here, the fires and all, but I haven't seen L or Matt yet.

If L is tenting with Near or Yagami----
 

I'm bringing all my chocolate with me.

I discovered a new American chocolate bar.

Peanut butter and chocolate.

Unfortunately, I have spent the last of my credits buy a large quantity of them.

Fuckin' delicious.

The new PDA's will make on location investigation easier.

I'm damn bored here. There's too many childish and utterly ridiculous places on the decks above to be of real interest to me, so there is very little to alleviate said boredom, except for recent developments.

I know Matt may want to go to the arcade, though, maybe I'll go with him..

Some of the places sell foods I haven't eaten before. Perhaps there are new chocolate dishes to try as well.

 

I'm going damn near crazy here. My roomate is pathetic and now that I know for sure who Kira is, just like I knew all along, the possibility that the one I room with was Kira.. it's laughable.

What a waste of my time. I'm incredibly bored with this place. There's nothing to do, but I saw something listing places to go.

A strip club, huh.

The festival in long over. I was sick of the cherry blossoms that were dragged into the hallways sticking to my shoes. The janitor should come through.

Matt. I think you need to get off your ass and get a job.

Holding a festival for a land not everyone comes from, and a culture not everyone is familiar with has several purposes, I suppose. I assume obvious reasons like socialization, recreation, and an excuse to make us learn about each other, are included.

Things like that mean nothing to me.

It's not a required event, I suppose, but it's plain that attendance is encouraged.

I have already learned that Kira Yagami Light is going to be there. I'm not looking forward to this, but it might be in my interest to go as well.

Plus that Near has been ranting about it. He thinks he's so smart--socially retarded brat--

I need a fucking Yukata.

((ooc: I'd like to say that this was posted before the event log started...))

I must have died, looking for Kira. I was so close, I threw everything away for the small chance I might succeed in this and finally prove once and for all that Near is not better then I am.

I wanted to make L proud--but I wonder if he even saw me. I don't know if the mind of a genius holds onto faces and facts of those in second place. Fuck it all!

I let Matt die, and here I am, weaponless and completely ill prepared--I have a roommate named Kira and then fucking Yagami has gone and pronounced himself God and justice.

I've finally found Kira, I'm sure of it, and it doesn't look like I can do anything about it right now.

I need some fucking chocolate.

What the fuck is this place? And what the fuck am I doing here?