What if I'm a snowstorm burning?

So it's to be a battle, at least according to one unknown person's intentions. But I can't help but wonder if that's the right thing. I'm not advocating blindly clinging to pacifism; I'll be among the first to raise a hand against an injust force, provided we know what that force is. Or at least support those with the tools to fight.

Things have happened here that I can't accept, much less forgive. The fact that some of those who have died have returned in no way makes up that their deaths happened. As for avenging our very existence here...that I can't advocate, nor dismiss out of hand. I believe there were good things in my past, before the sphere, but I'm not naive enough to believe that I was yanked out of a life that held only bliss.

There have been happy times here. There are people here who I love. I'm not about to endanger any of them by mindlessly heeding a call to arms that none of us yet understand. So perhaps we could start by asking some questions.

Has anyone spoken with Mr. Fugue?

Does anyone know where I can get some shampoo that works really well? I fell in that stupid chocolate river and my hair's been greasy ever since.

[OOC: It hasn't happened yet in the log, but yeah, Kazahana's taking a bath.]

This is far from the best day. On the positive side, I found a memory crystal that one of those things dropped through a rather large hole in the ceiling. On the negative, it seems to have given me a rash. My hand itches rather fiercely, and I have a feeling that it's going to bleed later from all the scratching.

Yes, I am a healer. That's not the point. This is irritating.

And then there are these...bubbles that we can't escape, even if we run very quickly. I tried. However, I will not be hiding out until this is finished. I do try to be honest, but if people don't like what they see in the bubble things then...well...

DON'T LOOK.

My memory was interesting. I'll have to consider it for a while. It didn't seem like me at all.

I've heard that someone discovered their true name. I didn't even think that was possible, but...congratulations, I think. I used to want to know my true name so badly it hurt at night, but I don't feel as determined now. I still want to know who I am, but after spending more time with people and trying new things, I feel like I can learn that even without a given name.

McQueen, I had a good time the other night. Thank you.

I hope everyone got a chance to visit the pools in the wilderness before they iced over; it was lovely there. It's funny, though. I went to visit them to see what it looked like after the frost, and I spent quite a while just walking around, enjoying it. It was chilly, but nice; I felt comfortable there. Maybe I used to live in a cold climate.