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Also, I'll backtag to finish out any threads on LJ.

[The voice of Mulder comes on, complete with the sound of him chewing gum.]

If you knew the meaning of existence, but had no way to decipher it, what would you do? Hypothetically. [This whole thing is DRIVING HIM CRAZY. Having the ultimate answer right there just out of reach does that to him.]

You know... for all my experience with psychics, the occult, and astrological phenomena in general... I've rarely seen it be this accurate. Or, for that matter, this specific. Even the good psychics will often tell you that their predictions are open to interpretation. The bad psychics just make it up as they go along. I've met some of both.

Though I'd suggest following any horoscopes that include warnings... that could at least minimize any damage. Yes, Scully, I also mean you. Follow it exactly if you're warned of impending doom. Otherwise, I guess we just have to ride this out and watch for signs of the predictions coming true. At least they don't all seem to be dangerous? Horoscopes are meant to be an insight into the future, after all, for good or bad. They're a way of learning what's in store based on your zodiac sign and the current planetary alignment. Of course the Malnosso have to twist it into their own warped version...

...by the way, are there any experts on goats or farm animals out there? I'd like to ask some questions if you can spare a few minutes.

Does anyone else notice something distinctly ODD about the moon lately? First of all, it's a little bit bigger than usual. Secondly, it's got a hell of a schnoz- that's the scientific term. It's making me wonder if the 'man in the moon' idea actually has something to it... In any case, I don't think this problem is going to go away overnight. We're approaching All Hallows' Eve, or Samhain, after all, which is known to be a new year in some folkloric traditions... but I'm jumping ahead of myself. A more extensive investigation is needed. There's also one more thing...

[But at this point, he can resist the compulsion no longer, and on goes the Beak Doctor Mask for the rest of the transmission.]

By the way, skinnydipping is an effective method 50% of the time, if you're looking to remove any personality-altering mask. It's guaranteed a 100% success rate if you do it in the Fountain between the hours of noon and 12:06, and are carrying a purple toad on your head. Anything more specific you want me to look at, make an appointment. I do house calls.

[Mulder is roaming ALL OVER THE PLACE and stopping to give 'help' to people in the form of bizarre ideas. BIZARRE IDEAS THAT ACTUALLY WORK. Perhaps the most terrifying thing to this is... his theories aren't too much weirder than his normal. >.>; Pester away!]

[Finally, after all this time! Mulder has found that much-desired basketball. He's in luck too, as it's well-inflated, not a sign of wear or tear on it. Too many times, he's come across half-deflated or otherwise messed up ones. But this one is perfect. It's as if there's finally some compensation for all the usual rounds of disappearances and so on. He's really needed this. He starts dribbling the ball right as he leaves the shop and continues bouncing the thing everywhere he goes throughout the day. It can also be heard in the background of his voice transmission.]

Does anyone have any unique birthday traditions they care to share? I wonder how similar these traditions might be between the worlds... Let's just say I'm curious, for purely theoretical reasons.

...By the way, is there anyone out there who'd be up for shooting some hoops or even getting together a pick-up game of basketball? Of course, we'd actually need to throw together a hoop somehow first, but minor details! If you've never played before, I promise I'll go easy on you.

[Things have settled down. Between experiments, amusement parks, abductions and drafts, this is the first nice calm stretch of time he's had in a while. So Mulder's hanging out in the Battle Dome. He's been coming there a lot more lately. The new features interest him, and there are places from home he can't help revisiting. Not always to fight, since it's no longer required, though he throws those scenarios in sometimes too. But mostly he's in there obsessively going back through particular scenes.]

[At the moment, Mulder can be seen sitting in the living room where Samantha disappeared from. The board game Stratego is still set up in place near him, the game left unfinished. It's exactly as the room looked all those years ago. A blinding bright light flashes somewhere in the background.]

I wonder what determines the point in time we're taken from? It appears entirely random from all that I've encountered so far. Almost like someone's throwing darts at a timeline or choosing those times out of a hat. A really ugly hat. I also wonder... why some people are brought here after death. [Jonathan. Gem. ...Sigh.] It doesn't seem fair, to grant someone a new life only to throw them back eventually anyway.

...speaking of that, I've been curious about something for a while. [And needing to expand his files, he's already delved into kidnappings, revival has always been somewhere on his list too.] If anyone who's died before, either here or at home, wouldn't mind indulging me for a couple of questions? I won't ask how it happened or anything, just... some related details on the topic. Thanks in advance.

[Mulder is lying half-conscious on the ground somewhere in the general vicinity of the Battle Dome. The skin around his eyes, nose, and mouth is all red and inflamed, and whole sections of feathers have fallen out of his wings. He's got just enough of a mind to recognize that he's felt like this before. Alien blood. He's been exposed somehow, and he's suffering the aftereffects. The how and where he is now might take a bit to catch up with him though.]

[After a moment, a weak voice can be heard on the journals:]

...ice... need... need cold.

[Why can't the return to the village be painless and hassle-free? Or just... returning with a funny haircut or something.]

[Mulder glances around at the latest scenery. He knows this place, knows it all too well. Skyland Mountain. Where they took Scully. Where so many horrible things started for her- the abduction, the experiments, the cancer, the daughter who never got to really live.]

Up, up, ascending... ascending to the stars...

I wonder, if I wait long enough- Look! They're here! Exactly how it really happened.

[Mulder tilts the journal so that the lights off of a UFO can be seen in the night sky.]

I'm gonna go check this out and see what happens. Someone feed my fish if I'm not back soon...

[Except as Mulder approaches the light a very different kind of abduction takes place, as droids sweep out from the surrounding trees. There's gunfire and fighting sounds, along with Mulder cursing a bunch... and then everything is silent.]

[The first day, his room had been just like his office back home. Nice and cozy, and made him miss it. But on day two, Mulder wakes to discover that his room is an Antarctic... paradise. His teeth are chattering like mad as he goes off to head out.]

It's f- -f- freezing in here. I hope I still have all my toes, I haven't bothered to count. And m- my c- closet is now an entrance to a top secret base, but I can't open the damn thing! I keep wondering if I can get into it, would I still be able to find anything? I know it's not really home, but if it's an exact replica...

...By the way, if anyone comes across a shape-shifting, dark haired man, DON'T SHOOT. This is important. I've already encountered a couple of them, there may be more. I- Shit, I've got to run-

[Following days: Until the final day of the event, Mulder will be running around town in pursuit of Alien Bounty Hunters who appear to have quite literally invaded Luceti. He's noticeably not carrying his gun although he's got it on him since he knows there's other stuff around. Instead he's wielding this pointy steel weapon.]

[Mulder seldom drinks. Unless there's a weird cosmic alignment or the aftermath of a disaster of some kind. Right now... would be one of those rare exceptions, while he's hanging around his place sulking. He's got his vodka. He's got his frozen orange juice concentrate. He is all set.]

[A lot has happened all in a row- the draft, the experiment, the attack on the village... Mulder has been immersing himself in work to keep focused on something, but that can only help for so long. Especially with how that attack ended. A little visit to his fake!brother to try and take his mind off things with some geeking around has also ended badly... and that's been the last straw. Losing a sibling. Even a fake one... It unearths a lot of Issues.]

I don't know how many people know him. Knew him. Know. He seemed to keep to himself for the most part. My br... My... He wasn't- really- my brother, but he's gone now. Jonathan Levinson. They sent him home.

...If they really send people home when they disappear for good... [He adds with some annoyance:] Yeah, ok, I get it, I get why you had to pick on my paranoia, guys! I know you're all out there listening to this, collecting data or whatever it is you sorry sons of bitches think you're accomplishing. Thanks. Really. I can't wait to see what you do next.

Maybe we should start taking bets now on what they'll throw at us. Or have a drinking game. Take a sip for every time someone disappears unexpectedly, one huge swig every time you wake up with extra body parts, finish the damn thing when your perception of reality is distorted beyond recognition...

[Filtered/Robert + Don]

Hey, how are you holding up, Robert?

Thought I'd find out the same of you too, Don, see if things are ok, or as much as they can be under the circumstances. I've got something for you, but... it can probably wait for a better time. [He's not getting into detail on the journals.]

[There's a quiet crunching sound before Mulder speaks up, sounding thoughtful.]

Show of metaphorical hands. Or antennae, whichever you're partial to: Who here has been kidnapped for a special one-on-one date with our captors? I'd like to arrange an off-journal meeting to speak about your personal experiences if anyone happens to have some free time. It shouldn't take long, just a few minutes. I'll be hanging around the shops in town most of the day, I've got some... supplies I've been meaning to find. [Still looking for a basketball, woe and alas.] We can always head elsewhere from there, though.

I understand that it's a sensitive topic for most people, and it's all right if you'd rather not talk about it. Or if you'd rather be anonymous, just slip a note under my door detailing anything you can remember about the experience itself. Anything at all, before, during, after. Your answers will be kept in confidence. I'm in Community Building 7, Floor 2, Room 10.