Who said something about bass spawning soon?

[Kairi's voice sounds a little distant, and there's the lapping sound of water against a boat's side.]

Does anyone else know about - Oh! - About fishing in the cold? No, come back!

[She doesn't really have hands free to search the journal herself right now.]

It broke my line again.

[Kairi can be found out on the lake, piled under blankets, with a makeshift fishing pole and a bucket full of worms. She's caught a few weedy little things.

She wants to catch a big one!]

So, suppose time works differently between here and other worlds.

Do you think we can change the things that happen there?

[That sounds silly, and she pauses as she tries to think of a way to explain.]

One of my friends doesn't remember some of the things that happened to him on our world. I mean, they haven't happened to him yet. Or they hadn't, before he got here.

And then, another friend met me on another world that I don't remember. I don't think I've been to that world before. Things happened there, to other people.

[Sora died.]

Do you think we can change our futures, even if other people already remember them happening?

[Text | Sealed to Riku and Xanth]

Meet me in the library? I want to find out about this, about time.

Bring snacks.

Riku?

[She sounds hesitant, stops, and then speaks again with far more certainty.]

Come on, Riku. Answer me.

Me and Xanth have been looking for you for days.

If you don't answer me, I'm coming to find you.

[That's assuming, of course, that she can figure out a way to get the door open.]

I'm going riding.

[Yes, her mind is made up.]

If anyone wants to come or ... Maybe could help me harness a horse, then meet me in the stables in half an hour.

[Of course, even though it's an open invitation, Kairi will be gathering up friends along the way.

And as promised, within the half hour, she's waiting in the stables, eye the stalls with the horses in them.]

[Three hours after this post, there's a disgusted yelp from Kairi's room on Deck 7. Her comm clicks on with a burst of static as she tries to wipe her own sticky fingerprints away.]

- gross. It's sticking everywhere. Oh no, don't record...

Could the crew - whoever's in charge of that kind of thing - bring a clean bedspread to my room please? The other one has jello on it.

[That sounds wrong. She doesn't care. She turns the comm off again.

Have a Kairi, splattered with jello and petroleum. See, not only was she still wearing that singing macaroni necklace as an anklet, but she'd actually tried to collect more of the things.

She's taken off her shoes, but she's still leaving a trail of sticky jello footprints as she heads to deck 8 in search of clean clothes.

Come scold her, help her, or just point and laugh. It'll do wonders for her mood.]

[Kairi has been listening to the comm for a while now. Having awoken in a strange room, it took her a few minutes to remember the circumstances which must have brought her there. And now, with all the chatter about violence and sorrow, she’s certain; she’s not on her island any more.]

Um, hello?

What world is this?

Or is this a vessel that travels between worlds?

[It doesn’t look like a gummi ship. But then she knows as much about gummis as she does about this strange communication device.

There’s a pause and then a sigh. It can’t hurt to ask, can it?]

Sora? Riku? Are you here?