Self-note: This is the second mass exodus since I've arrived - this is starting to become something of a habit with this place. Lacking sufficient evidence to prove otherwise, rumours suggest that the missing have found their way out of the City - through what means, I cannot yet ascertain. The signifigant population decline seems potentially problematic. Theories point towards the flux created by the departure of the City's deities (whom I have, thankfully, never been in contact with, as research has shown them to be rather... unhinged).

(Of course, questions arise upon the nature of gods in this place; if, as I have concluded, this place is the nexus of the time-space continuum, then what force determines this mantle of power?)

Normally, I do not like to tarry my thoughts on the matter of gods or their ilk, but I do not need these constant interruptions disrupting my thoughts! As if the sprocking clock wasn't enough.

Should this progress, I'm ready to theorize that, in layman's terms, I will go insane. Again.

Current Status: annoyed

I've often been told that I lacked a capacity for emotional function as a result of my aberrant level of intellect. There were feelings for Andromeda, before the falsified reports of her death, and induction into the sisterhood, but I've felt very little in the way of the feeling commonly associated with love.

Today, I'm... I don't know.

Is this what libido feels like?


((Cursed! I suppose this makes Brainy gay (although he and Invisible Kid, I swear there was something there), but either way he's very unused to handling emotion, much less sexual drive.))

Current Status: confused

Self-note: Most of what people consider to be 'computers' here are simply just glorified adding machines. I have, however, procured some articles that may prove usable.

Netto: if you're still around, I've completed the assessment of your P.E.T.

( Filtered to Netto )

Current Status: working

Since my arrival yesterday, there seem to be a great deal fewer people in their housing compartments, as if through a massive (but random) exodus in the night.

It may bear future investigation should it prove a continual event, but as I've yet to understand the nature of this place it may be best not to interfere without fully evaluating the circumstances.

However, this does appear to be prime time to appropriate some of the hardware I require (primitive as it may be). Needs must, and so on.

Current Location: In your base, sampling your tech.
Current Status: working

( Observations )

Self-note #4128:

The Omnicom has been able to connect to the network of computers that apparently exist in this dimension. They seem to carry a similar purpose to an interconnected community of personal logs, the concept being to provide a means of communication between the displaced trapped in this world. A primitive method, but the surroundings suggest that the technology here is little more advanced than that I encountered during my time trapped in the late 20th century.

The solution to finding a way home, therefore, should be reasonably attainable with my cognative faculties. Without the rest of the Legion to disrupt my work continuously, there should be few distractions (unless there are other variables that this dimension presents), but the added responsibility of being the only Legionnaire capable of locating the others (with perhaps an exception of Invisible Boy) is a potential complication.

Foremost, my priority should be returning back to Legion Headquarters; once home in the 31st century, finding the rest of the Legion will be substantially simpler.

There is little I cannot solve without a quiet place to think. However, the ticking noise emenating from the center of the city is beginning to try my patience. It seems to be powering some sort of spinning platform decorated with horses like those of planet Earth, yet the source is undeniably underground. Add 'Ticking platform' to file 'Investigation required.'

Current Status: stressed