i made a post just a minute ago! X)

i think i will start vegetable seeds when its warmer!

dont worry john i wont bother your pogo ride, he is safe with me

it is the best garden john!!!

the best

i am the garden queen, its me! :p

does anyone want to see pictures of the garden i have at johns house??? :O

i just watched that robot video, kara by quantic dream!!

…i wonder if my dreambot ever felt that way?

i loved my dreambot because grandpa made it for me, but it was always just an object…

i guess i am feeling a little guilty!! and maybe a bit regretful that i never really paid it a lot of attention, since i was always asleep when it was awake :(

jonathanegbert:

Midway between re-righting the couch through telekinetic wind, and flicking on long-abandoned lightswitches, you only barely sense the hairs standing along the nape of your neck. Jade seems to crackle with a verdant electrical authority, one of which tickles a fancy not yet discovered.

Popping your head about a corner to take in just the beginnings of her sun blinded silhouette, you manage a grin despite your sunken appearance, and faded colorations. 

EB: jade? hey!
EB: didn’t think you would get here so quickly.
EB: well, i sort of did. what with your transportation spacey shenanigans.

With freed hands, you move to hug your sister, masking the completely bashful turnabout of your home’s organizational status.

EB: ah, yeah. it’s pretty messy in here.
EB: i had a bad encounter the last time i showed up, and i pretty much had been avoiding it ever since. not even my cats hang out in the house much anymore.
EB: but now that you’re staying, i’ll have a lot more of a reason to come back!

 You laugh, laugh like all your problems dissolved like granules of salt in an endless sea. The hallways carry your voice, and the house lights up with a mirth you had not seen in months. 
Almost immediately, you move to once again disperse order within dusty, abandoned chaos.

EB: uhh…i guess you could make yourself at home, or help out. it is up to you mostly.
EB: the electricity still works, so that is a plus! i am pretty sure the water still flows fine, although you may want to let it run a little because it has been stagnating in the pipes for weeks.  

The simple ludicrousness of your statements barely registers, like most other asinine concepts.

You squeeze John as tight as you can as your self-titled “Teleport Feelings” finally fade completely from your skin.

GG: you cant handle my spacey shenanigans!!! :p
GG: anyway what happened here?? 

You furrow your brow in concern, and glance around the room again with much more scrutiny. You’ve never been much good at cleaning, and you start mentally naming off the things that need to be done in here. They slip out of your mind as soon as they enter.

GG: no i will help you clean up john
GG: what are sisters for? ;) 

Despite your worries, you are suddenly hit with a rush of excitement— you get to stay here with John! And you will clean up the house and then you two will just be siblings together for the first time in your lives. It will be the best thing ever, you just know it, and you enthusiastically rock back and forth on your heels.

GG: gosh john this will just be the best!!! :D
GG: thank you so much for inviting me to stay, we will get this cleaned up and then commence the SIBLING ACTIVITIES!!
GG: what should i do?? :o 

You’ve always had a hard time staying melancholy for long. Even when you are, you tend to jump back quickly— a negative attitude will only bring everyone else down, too, and you aren’t interested in that sort of thing happening.

jonathanegbert:

What was once a home provides merely a shell of the warm welcome it once did. Little love, little presence, little essence. Delicately painted walls reflected only the absence of light and life, and pixelated clouds of dust swirling amidst sunlight reflected past opaque blinds.

You blink into existence from a place so much better, thousands of miles away, and yet only seconds in true practice. Pushing past your basement door, you are greeted with the nuance of what you expected in your mind: nothing. Dim silence, only lit by the offending rays of daylight, and the utter disillusionment of color.

The home is in shambles. Covered by dust and weeks of neglect, overturned furniture, shattered glass in eerie fragments scattered about carpet, viscous blood and ink dried along the once pristine white walls.
Your mind reels with echoing rungs of torment and laughter, and for a moment your pulse flutters fearfully beneath your skin, butterflies in a frozen tundra.

You are almost tempted to call Jade and bar the idea.
Almost.

Through optimism and sheer, childish defiance, you step beyond the crunching sound of broken pictures framing the broken memories of a fragmented childhood. A familiar bluish aura surrounds your palms, warm and soothing even to the mutated right limb.

And with a gaze that is silent in thought and process, you begin to straighten up the ruined home. 

You’d texted John only ten minutes ago, and you check your phone once more after leaving the park. You’d worked up a sweat while playing soccer with a group of kids, but the weather is nice and the breeze is cool and all in all you don’t really mind! England really is quite nice, you think. You decide to come here more often. You feel a bit bad about getting sidetracked on your Important Mission to Find Your Luggage, but staying on task has always been a little difficult for you when there is so much to see and do. There has never been a task that you couldn’t fit SOME frivolity into.

As you pocket your phone again, you toss around the idea of getting something cool to drink, but ultimately you decide against it. You’ve kept John waiting enough. After taking a glance around the street, you duck into an alley; with barely a thought, you disappear. There is a split second of screeching, dissolved sounds and a tingling on your skin before you are just inside the front door of a cozy Washington house.

The state of the place is disconcerting. It definitely looks like John has been cleaning up, but there still seems to be plenty to do. You step inside a bit more, and your heart speeds up as you look around, walls adorned with what is obviously blood and… you aren’t quite sure about the black stuff. You can tell it’s all old though and try to convince yourself to calm down.

GG: john???

You sneeze. There’s a lot of dust in this house, and other smells too, but rather than picking them out you mouth-breathe to spare your sensitive nose. You feel  bad— you would have found another place to stay if you had known that something like this had happened. Whatever ”this” is. Still slightly on alert, you spread your feet into a comfortable, open stance.