The weather has changed again - thunderstorms this time. Though, back when it was still snowing I unintentionally came upon a young girl going by the name of MOMO; I suppose that was good luck - should luck exist - for her as she wasn't dressed for the weather, and likely would have frozen. We're both staying in a hotel at the moment, though as soon as this thunder ceases I am more than adamant about moving to someplace less trashy. The state of my room is almost intolerable and I assume MOMO's is much the same.

Well, aside from this decrepit hotel, it seems the theory of separate worlds - universes, planes of existence, however one wishes to call it - is true. We are both certain we are not from the same world or universe, and that seems to be the general consensus based upon what I've read from that message board. And from the same message board, it seems there are many different people from many different worlds. Not simply the two with which MOMO and I are familiar. All have been misplaced here.

Isn't that an interesting thought? This city of actors, with its fake painted walls and fabricated weather patterns, is full of strays.

Several things.

Locating Rammsteiner was far easier than I had expected. Now that I know where he is, I see no need to relegate myself to one area of Paixao. Even if the weather has suddenly become uncooperative.

Artificial weather, while a form of weather in theory, is still very much artificial; it is thus unappreciated, especially when the hail threatens to break my glasses. That is even less tolerable than the heat currently invading the previous area I found myself, though it's more than enough observation to assume that this entire city is undergoing odd weather patterns. As soon as I typed that I noticed the hail outside the train has now changed to snow.

Very unappreciated. I see only one discernable reason for a city located indoors to require this, and it isn't a pretty one.

... But I don't see a reason to get into that in this journal.

I suppose I'll find some kind of hotel to stay in for a night or two, and pick up some warmer clothing once the train reaches a station. I've gotten word that the currency here is anything shiny.

( Private. | Unhackable )

This is an interesting piece of work. That man informed me this is a computer, of sorts; electronic journals must be part of that cliche, "the wave of the future". I've never bothered keeping a journal before.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to hear an explanation as to where I am. As far as I can tell I'm not where I was roughly an hour ago, though this place is just as enclosed. This city - I hesitate to call it a city, though I suppose it is one in the imaginary sense - doesn't have the same feel. It certainly isn't as dirty, and there's a welcome reprieve from blatantly artificial lighting.

Still, that oddness. Perhaps it is just as fictional as these people.

But I'm on the verge of rambling about uninteresting things. I would enjoy hearing a bit more information regarding this place, if anyone would be so gracious.

On an unrelated note, it's rather odd that the only real animal whose presence I'm aware of is off dragging himself around in the dirt. Nshi.