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  <updated>2007-07-18T23:16:18Z</updated>
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    <title>[Late night roaming - open]</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T23:16:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T23:16:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*After what happened in &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dear_multiverse/3286245.html?thread=180454373#t180454373"&gt;a foggy part of the Nexus&lt;/a&gt;, Gust found herself having problems sleeping again. Not that yet more nightmares should really come as a suprise, not after what happened last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't wanted to destroy another duvet, so she figured she might as well try walking around until she was exhausted. Hopefully that way, she could just fall straight into a dreamless sleep when she got back. For now, she was walking around the town - &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; anywhere near the park - and it was getting to be kind of late at night. She really ought to head home instead of wandering around alone... but she'd be alone there anyway, and she wasn't tired enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she could call someone? But the only person who knew about the fog and the nightmares was Terra, and she might be busy with superheroing, or tired from work and sleeping already. Gust dug her phone out of her pocket and flipped it open, thumbing through the contacts on the screen and trying to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who should she call?*</content>
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    <title>[Nightmares; Open]</title>
    <published>2007-05-20T18:07:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-20T18:07:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*Thanks to a &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dear_multiverse/3114599.html?thread=169939047#t169939047"&gt;stressful encounter&lt;/a&gt; in the Nexus earlier, Gust was having trouble sleeping. She still wasn't sure if what had happened there was a dream or not, and now she was having nightmares that she could barely remember when she woke up. All she knew was that they were bad enough to wake her up every few minutes, usually shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to head up onto the roof and let the cool night air blow around her. It was fresh and clear, no fog at all. Not... that she &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have been worried about fog, but she was just a little uneasy at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later she'd make some cocoa and head back to bed.*</content>
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    <title>[Regret; Open]</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T12:46:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T12:46:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">*Gust sat on the wide stone window ledge of her room. The stone was rough and cold against her skin where she leant against it, and her feet dangled over the edge, buffeted by the chill mountain winds. The mansion was so quiet now, empty apart from her. Everyone else had... left. But she really didn't have anywhere else to go. She couldn't go to any of her friends - were they still her friends, after what she'd done? No, she couldn't face them, she just couldn't. And how could she even begin to explain what had happened to her parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything had gone so wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not like this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gust no longer knew where to go or what to do with herself. She'd made the wrong choice and now there was nothing left.*</content>
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    <title>terse_gust @ 2006-11-30T09:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-30T09:44:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-30T09:44:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/visionary.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/rain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be warm and sexy. Or cold and unwelcoming.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you slowly bring out the beauty around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: changing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>terse_gust @ 2006-06-06T04:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-06T03:20:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-06T03:20:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">((Just the necessary OOC post o'doom :3))</content>
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