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[Stiles is much, much happier than the last time he made a network post. He's also in a considerably different location. He's not in his suite in the Earth sector. In fact, for those who pay attention to these sorts of things, they'll note that he's calling it in from Derek's network ID. Welp.]

Ladies and gentlemen of Keelai, I have a very important announcement to make. Today, April the eighth, marks a momentous occasion in history. A day to be spoken of in legend and myth and song, when the stars and planets align, and rainbows and puppies spontaneously appear.

I am eighteen.

You are looking at an official man, everybody. It is my birthday, hosanna hosanna, hallelujah and so on.

Since Amazon gift registries aren't a thing here, I'll be happy to provide a written list of acceptable tributes and gifts, form an orderly line if you please, no shoving.

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Ah, thanks! Eleven days ago it was still autumn for me though... So if I had been kidnapped a little sooner I would have been seventeen. It's pretty weird, ne?

[ inter-dimensional time shenanigans. or just a really messed up dream or virtual reality. ~~still not 100% positive yet~~ ]

Oh my god. Did you just get here eleven days ago?

Dude. Are you settling in okay? Do you need a turtle crash-course?

Ah! Um... Un, something like that!

[ he is... the first person akito can think of that's actually asked him that so far, and the question takes him aback for a moment. ]

I'm... okay, I think? I still don't know if this turtle-place is real-real, virtual-real, or dream-real though, ne? Everything is really... weird.

It's real. It's really real. I had the same reaction once upon a time, honestly. It's kinda mind-blowing how real this is.

Ah, but you could easily be programmed to say things like that! Especially if certain people don't want me waking up on my own. And then there's something here that only makes sense if I was dreaming...

[ he... really really doesn't want it to be real. don't crush his dreams. ]

I just want to go back home, ne? I don't want to be a tool for someone's war...

But! It's your birthday! What are you going to do? [ a pause ] What can you do? There aren't movie theatres or video games here, ne?

[Stiles feels this kid's pain, he really does.]

I get it. Trust me I get it. But it's not all bad here, honest. And I promise I'm not a robot. Although it would be pretty cool if I were. Stiles-Bot 9000.

Anyway. I've got some stuff that lets me watch movies and play video games, cobbled together by two of the smartest men this turtle has ever seen. So there's entertainment of a kind. And, you know, awesome street food.

I wanna go home too. I haven't seen my dad in nine months. My best friends all got sent home. But...you just gotta keep on picking yourself up and moving on, you know?

None of my friends are here, and I'm missing my most important thing. I just want to be with my friends, ne? I can't fight. They wasted their time bringing me here. It's... stupid. I understand that they need help, but they should focus on a more precise method of kidnapping. Maybe something that is voluntary instead, ne? Ask people from other places if they can offer their help. My friends would help, if they were here... They could help, and I... can't.

[ ...NO. no. no more being homesick. it is this person's birthday he needs happy cheery stuff !!! because even if this isn't all real and even if he doesn't exactly trust anyone, it's still nice to talk to people. ]

Could your two smartest men on the turtle rip games off of smartphones? I have some fun ones on mine. If they could get my pictures off of it, they could even have it if they wanted it...

[God, this poor guy. He's in exactly the same spot Stiles was when he first got here. No friends, no support system, nothing. That really sucks.]

Hey, um. Seriously, I know it's rough. But there's always a possibility your friends will join you. And your most important thing might turn up at a landfall. I mean, I found my car at auction in a land populated by humanoid walruses. Good things can happen.

Lemme see if I can get a hold of Tony Stark. If anybody could do it, it'd be him.

I'm Stiles, by the way. What's your name?

It's better if my friends don't come here. They wouldn't like being trapped like this, ne? This place is big but it's still a cage. And, ah... I don't think I will find it on land. It's more of an, um... Piece of my soul, I guess you could say! [ awkward, dismissive laugh here. it's no big deal!! don't think too much about it, stiles. he sure tries not to. ] What other kind of weird things were on the land of humanoid walruses?

Ah, I'm Gazelle.

[ he's starting to like the name. it's as ambiguous as his gender, and is not really a lie. plus gazelles are quick, agile, cautious, and peaceful. all things that Akito would like to say describe himself. and even though he doesn't like lying, and hopes he can use his given name soon, he has to admit it makes him feel a little bit safer - like a security blanket of sorts. ]

It's good to meet you, Stiles-san.

[A guy calling himself Gazelle doesn't even faze him. His name is 'Stiles' after all. But he does zero in on the important part of that, forgetting the question for a second.]

Wait, part of your soul? Seriously? Holy crap, dude. Um. Wow? Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen soul bits floating around in landfalls.

[ after meeting a guy named Vercingetorix, Stiles is... really pretty normal in comparison. and he can usually pass as a girl if he tries - part of the point in picking his last incarnation's name. better chance of going incognito! ~~and it's kinda fun~~ ]

Ah, um... Well, he would look like me. Because usually we share a body, but, ah... Now it's really... empty... with just me here, ne?

[He's trying to wrap his head around this, and failing.]

Nope, you've lost me. Is this like...a twin thing, or a possession thing, or what? I'm sorry, I know it's really none of my business, but I'm a little confused.

Um... Like... Ah...

[ since stiles asked. and it's his birthday, and akito is really tired of keeping everything to himself until he ends up... blurting things out until he feels better again. ]

I was kind of a science experiment..? So a weird... brain experiment was done to me. When this body was a fetus they implanted the mother's um... 'heart' into it, but it... Broke into pieces? Because the fetus had been, ah... dead... And weak! So... There was me and my other half instead of her. And we shared this mind together, and now it's empty.

But that probably just made things more confusing! Because I don't even really understand it too well, ne?

[So much for Stiles remaining unfazed. Aliens are one thing. This is another entirely.]

Jesus Christ. That sounds like the plot of a horror movie. Or something really creepy out of Japan.

Are you gonna be okay?

[ time to joke!!! because joking is easy. ]

Well I am from Japan! [ he giggles a bit. ] But it wasn't so much of a horror movie plot. The scientist gave this body life again, then gave me to my Papa, ne? He thought he lost everything, then he found me on his doorstep.

[ he pauses at that. somehow, he finds he really appreciates that stiles asked. ]

I don't know. I feel really... [ empty and scared come to mind. ] I just want to go home, ne? I know how to survive though, so that isn't a worry!

Um... Thanks for asking.

I kinda guessed, ne?

[He's teasing a little, nothing malicious behind it.]

Let me know if there's anything I can do though, seriously. I mean, I don't think I can reunite you with your missing pieces, but I can at least show you around and where to get good food.

I could sound American if I wanted to! Like, it's not very hard, yeah?

[ teasing he can do. his friends were nothing if not big on teasing each other. ]

Ah.. Actually! Um, do you know if there's a skate rink anywhere? Either for rolleblades, or ice skates?

[That makes him laugh, and nod. You're okay, Gazelle, you're okay.]

Like, totally. Although, ooh, good question. The guy to ask about that is one Jack Frost. He's the man when it comes to cold-weather sports.

[ the fact that this is the second time he's asked someone, and the second time he's gotten an answer that summed up to 'idk ask jack frost' isn't very hope-inspiring. poop. ]

So there's really no sports arena here?

[ horrible. ]

Nope. Everybody's sort of making their own fun around here. The emperor isn't exactly in the habit of getting us nice things. We're at war, after all.

[Okay maybe he's a little bitter about that.]

See! This is what I keep thinking! How stupid! Why would he kidnap us and expect us to be his weapons when we don't have sports or anything fun?

[ he might have strong feelings about this ok. ]

I don't mind helping people who need it, ne? But! What am I supposed to do if I am stressed out and want to have fun? I don't have friends, but I have my skates! I don't want to fight in a war, period! But especially if I have nothing that makes me want to get up every day!

[ STRONG FEELINGS. ]

Well, maybe you can do that to help take your mind off! Start the turtle's first sports league.

I play lacrosse, if that helps. Very badly, but I still play.

I don't really know any sport-sports... Just the stuff we'd try in gym class.

And I don't really think I'm the kind of person who would be good to start a business. But maybe I'll ask the emperor about a gym when I can! Tell him it will be, um... Good for morale?

Lacrosse is the one with the little nets on the end of a stick, ne?

Edited (derped) 2014-04-09 01:12 (UTC)

I hope you have more luck with it than I did. I tried to get television here, and got smacked down pretty hard.

And yeah, it's basically field hockey with net sticks. And an excuse to slam into people violently and not face any assault charges.

[ wait what. ]

...Why would he smack down television?

Ah! That sounds like a game my friends would like.

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