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[chimericalclaw]

2026

February:

Arrival (Dante, Miller, Levi, Caleb, Fabian, Caitlyn, Gregor): 1st - 5th
Morgan: 1st, Midday
Vi: 1st, Afternoon
Phainon: 2nd, Midday
Echo: 3rd, Midday
Steve: 4th, Night
Tsuna: 4th, Night
Dante: 5th, Morning
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Ragna: 5th, Evening
Dante: 6th, Midday
Green Doors & Gallows (Sunday, Jet, Astralin): 6th - 28th
Echo: 11th, Midday
Dante: 12th, Early Morning
Fabian: 20th, Midday
V: 24th, Midday
Open Log (Roy, Miller, Phainon, Vi, Fabian, Dante, Morgan): 21st - 5th

March:

Failures (Tox, Poindexter, Rosenkrantz, Igarak, Viktor, NPC): 6th-15th
Alba: 8th, Midday
Tsunayoshi: 9th, Midday
Maelle: 10th, Midday
Richard: 11th, Midday
Judy: 13th, Midday
Ragna: 13th, Midday

April:

Tox: 1st, Morning
Jayce: 1st, Midday
Rosenkrantz: 4th, Morning
Viktor: 4th, Midday
Fabian: 5th, Morning
Network (Ladon, Sunday, Riku, Vi, Richard, Jin, Daenerys, Jayce): 5th, Afternoon

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Dante —

[chimericalclaw]

4/14

I spent longer than I should have looking for you after you disappeared. I was leaning on you too hard, to the point that I forgot how to stand on my own. It's funny, isn't it? That I would turn into such a lovesick fool after I'd been alone for so long back home and never thought I'd be otherwise. So after all that desperate stumbling around the caves, realizing you were gone and there was nothing I could do about it, I fell. Literally as much as metaphorically. Fabian found me then, and even after I woke and he tried to distract me, my thoughts drew me back into that darkness and I lost a few more seconds. It didn't take me any longer to understand the cause, because it was such a familiar path for my mind to take. That's what makes it so difficult to avoid, at times.

I overcorrected at first. It was awkward, I know. I thought it would be safer. I'm sorry if that meant I wasn't the support you needed when you came back. I hated the idea of being so fragile, so I banished the negativity entirely in order to keep myself together. I'm sorry for startling you after you asked me how I felt when you were gone. I didn't want you to think me so pathetic I'd collapse the minute you disappeared, but I don't know if I've avoided that in the end, after all. Perhaps it's true. I suppose I'll see.

I don't know what I'm losing, really, other than time. To be more honest with you, I know it's something to do with my soul. I don't know if that's a concept the people of your home are able to manipulate or if it's merely a metaphor for you, but I can tell you it's real for me and mine, though most people wouldn't be able to tell for certain. Whenever it happens I feel a little more distant from myself. Not in terms of memory, but reality, like I might slip away and there'd be nothing left of me in my body at all, not even a mind left to question what was missing. Any more than that I truthfully don't know. Whatever else happens, I'll try to write it down for you.