Half-Truism: Disassembled and Repurposed

11:58 am: ♫ Chorus 15 ♫ [Set as private to ZCs, Stripey, O'Reily -- Since Whis doesn't know better, Zed too]
...

bear with me here, 'm still recovering after passing out for two days straight, but...

I just checked my communicator. what the hell is going on? i mean, I can view what little is left on unprotected channels, and I know there's some weird shit going on related somehow to the last shear we had, but the sheer number of encoded messages being swapped around the network is a clear sign something's going on in a bad way.

...I don't know how I can help, and I figure if everything's so private, it's an enormous security issue, but if you guys need something, anything? Or if you want to fill in someone who was too busy choking on his own stupidity to notice the world falling down behind him? Feel free to give me a reply.

[Public Channels]
I'm back. Sorry for disappearing, guys... things went bad in an investigation I was doing. Kai... 'm sorry especially to you. Anything at all you wanted to do to me if I made you worry is completely justified.

11:52 pm: ♫Chorus 14♫
...Lanikai?

10:58 pm: ♫ Chorus 13 ♫ [Meant to be private but laughably not so]
Gh.

I hate to admit it, but I may need to go back to doing jobs the Halfway House doesn't get to first. Tried to work around it, pay rent with the low income that the PI business is giving me, but even artificial constructs can only live for so long on ramen and Spaghetti-Os...

Fuck, I need a smoke.

10:39 pm: ♫ Chorus 12 ♫
[Private, openable by Lanikai if she really cares]
Mn, just as I thought... little nudges here and there, the fact that the trip was essentially a giant circle..

mark off the locations of each clue, sketch out the rough path of the journey, connect the lines...

Cute. Maybe a charm to activate the bracelet, or to keep me from dying from just looking at this bottle of rotgut..?

[/Private]

...S'been a few months now, and I just can't shake the nagging guilt in the pit of my gut, like my life really would've affected something back where I came from. For the better, even.

Wish I could figure out what was causing it...

02:55 am: ♫ Chorus 11 ♫
...Okay yeah.

Never wanting to do that again.

Hey, uh, zone cop people... is it exactly... common for your sheared self to try to jump off a very tall building? I mean, how many suicides have been linked to potential shear fuckery?

...for that matter, is there some sort of low-cost shrink I can see at St. Nick's WITHOUT getting trussed up in a straightjacket and drugged up? I think I need one.

12:57 am: + Dream Diary 10 +
mouth feels dry. times like this, i really wish i'd installed that minifridge, cuz there's no way i could bear to leave this room.

remember last time, diary, when i mentioned that ghost-thing that appeared..? the one that looked like eggman before he ended the world, the one i called uboa? apparently, he did more to my mind than i thought, because this time when i awoke, the city outside wasn't destroyed, but reconstructed, brand new. i'd almost be tempted to explore...but i know this isn't a dream. if i leave, i don't think i could survive.

tonight, i went in another of the doors... i suppose it says something about me, that the disembodied arms don't even frighten me any more, as i know they're still alive, not like the ones outside... i'm beginning to find more solace in the dreams than i did before, and i think i may end up going back to sleep...

[[So. Whisper told me why he hadn't replied in a while. Apparently he's been sheared into a Tails-based variation of Madotsuki that was in one of the 'the world had ended' scenarios. Yeeeah. Anyway, don't expect replies to this, he's going to be silent until his shear wears off. DISREGARD THAT MEPH SUCKS COCKS]]

04:08 pm: ♫ Chorus 09 ♫
...Okay, that was not fun.

Seriously, guys, how the hell was I supposed to know that dressing like that here was akin to dressing in a turban and trenchcoat in GUN headquarters!

Thankfully, I could afford the bail and it was just an overnight detainment, but still.

[[Guess who made the mistake of dressing up as this for Halloween? He felt the sunshine. 8C]]

11:06 pm: ♫ Chorus 08 ♫
...Hmn. All the Zone Cops puttering around with that cheap dime-store AI God algorithm makes me wonder.

How would a true digital intelligence fare if one asked it such questions? Care to enlighten me, Mephiles?

02:36 am: ♫ Chorus 07 ♫
A week shy of three months. Just about the time frame I was given. I have to hand it to the beauracracy here; they're actually a well oiled machine as opposed to a bog of rules and regulations and filibusters.

Also, I wonder if it's just stress or if I'm losing my mind - I had to count to see how many months it's been since June.

...Either way, that out aside, I suppose now is a good as time as any to post this up:

[Crossposted on all available public comm frequencies]
WHISPER PRIVATE INVESTIGATIONS IS NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS.

Got something you want checked out? Wrongdoing you want confirmed? Or maybe you're a drifter looking for the best place to find legal, upstanding work. Doesn't much matter - you want it done, look no further than Miles "Whisper" Prower, PI.

And unlike the Chaotix Detective Agency... my prices are negotiable. ♥
[/crosspost]

04:27 am: ♫ Chorus 06 ♫ [Private but hackable as he really doesn't give a shit]
Ngh. Stupid stress. Stupid... stupidness. Stupid everything. Even linking to my comm 'properly' isn't getting the thoughts out right, everything's all jumbled.

Stupid flashbacks. Why'd I have to have another one, here? It's obvious I'm not going back to that life. Hell, I'm looking for an apartment I can run an investigation agency from. I'm even HESITATING on ASKING A GIRL OUT because of how loose and casual me and Rouge had things back home. That's... that's not me any more. Wish my brain would stop dragging the past out. I'm ready t'walk away from it.

01:21 pm: ♫ Chorus 05 ♫
[Private, hackable as he can't be arsed]

Welp. Finally bit the bullet. Papers are all in. Residency, application for license and legal permission to be an investigator..

In retrospect, I don't know if that was actually Shadow that sent me here. He was acting so unlike himself - I could understand if he'd Chaos Controlled me because he was sick of me and Rouge screwing like college kids, but so that "I'm not a threat to myself"? He knew better than that. And the Shadow variants here seem to know better than that, too. All isolation does is removes that already shaky safety net of friends that is the reason Sonic was able to keep his head high for so long.

[/Private]

So. The fact I'm seeing a fair number of places decked out in blue streamers like it's some sort of holiday, I'd assume this is the most common birthday for Sonic variants, not just the one from my world. So for those of you that listen, apply, and care: Happy birthday, you insufferable, snarky gits.

Oh, and if anyone is interested in a private investigator, I'm open for commission - as long as it's simply research at this time. Until the papers get through the system, I'm stuck on the white side of the law-line.

02:38 am: ♫ Chorus 04 ♫ [Accidentally left public]
Welp. Sixteen came and went just like it came and went the first time. Bored and yet somehow frantically busy, annoyed out of my skull, and, of course, without getting laid.

Though I'm curious. I've heard murmurs about variants of Shadow having kids... I wonder if that's something that was actually... I mean, do the parts all work right? I mean, I know my own experiences, but are those how it -should- be?

Stupid artificial life.

06:48 pm: ♫ Chorus 03 ♫ (strikes hackable)
...Well. Uhm, Ms. SugarbootyCarmen? Judging by the comm, it seems that most of the memory loss is in the downtown area, meaning most (though not all, HOORAY CHAOS ENERGY :| ) of the residents in Halfway House are at least safe from shear amnesia.

Fates dammit... why the hell did all the hot chicks have to become jailbait... now I gotta hope that Senna's desperate enough to fall for someone like me...

[[Y helo thar, hotel! Say hello to 16-year old super-hormonal trollfox!]]

09:18 am: ♫ Chorus 2 ♫ [Private to Light, strikes not as deleted as he'd like]
Hey, Gold? I... I dunno what I said. I really don't. When I'd put it in, I thought comparing you to him would be a complement. Meant that even if you had some faults, you were a great guy underneath all of it, yeah...?

Heh. Goes to show ya. 'Perhaps we can use his selective loyalties against him, convince him to befriend an adversary and then double-cross them...' The one time I'm tryin' to be nice is the one time I'm really hurtful.

Is there... is there anything I can do to make it up to you?

03:40 am: ♫ Chorus 1.5 ♫
( [Debug Log, Viewable by hackers only] )

...Okay. I'm still skeptical here. The physics of this place are all wrong.

Could someone please point me in the direction of Westopolis?

[[Ladies and gents, the old Crazy!Miles here got not crazy. He's currently operating a greenhouse/apothecary in downtown and doing his best to not be noticed, just living his life as a nobody NPC. Instead, we have a quasi-newbie - the same crazy from six years earlier! This would be just about the time Sonic got shell-shock'd from the Doom's Evangelists incident, except a few things happened differently. One, he knows about WHAT he is now, and two - due to some sort of time fuckery, he's been chaos control'd here against his will..]]

03:49 pm: ♫Chorus 01♫
So this is the 'civilian-issue communicator', mm?

Test..

( [Private, Hackable?] )

Quite an interesting development, ending up here. I was actually somewhat looking forward to atmospheric re-entry. Would've been gloriously painful.

Might as well look at the permanent residency papers; the rest of my world likely thinks me dead by now anyway.