Sincerely, Mr. Nobody

Ezra walked in, "I don't really want to see mine."

"Why?" asks Nokia. "What's so terrible about your author?"

"Many things," said Ezra, looking away.

Peter
"How many times do I have to say it?" I asked, smacking my forehead. "The writers always have reasons for everything they do!"

"I don't care," said Ezra, shaking his head.

"Look. I'm willing to overlook the state of my economy, and all teh otehr crap wrong in my world to go see her in her real place." T.Mor said, also attempting to quash the feelings of revolution.

(Hmm...what's happened? Sorry lol Forgot about this one for a while)

"I'll go." sighed Ezra.

(We've all pretty much decided not to revolt if they meet the authors, and expressed intrest in going.)

(Ok I know.)

((I also asked if they keep their powers and stuff.))

(?)

Melly: I turned to the guy who was talking about how authors always had reasons for what they did (Peter). "Well, you didn't get amnesia, did you? And you didn't look like a complete fool in front of the boy you loved, did you?!"

Peter
"No, but I was taken from my home when I was eight, and I haven't seen my family in nearly nine years," I told her. "I had more attempts made on my life than I could count on both hands by the time I turned nine." I crossed my arms. "The authors always have a reason. I'm holding to that. Also, I'm not gay."
The joys of semantics.

Melly: I frowned. "Uh...I never said anything about you being gay? You must be the only person who actually defends their author. I would never defend mine. She's crazy, I tell you!"

Peter
"You asked me if I 'didn't look like a complete fool in front of the boy I loved,'" I stated dryly. "And I know I'm not the only one who defends my author. There's Marley, Arrowette, Speedy, to name a few."

Melly: "Oh," I said. "And, uh, I haven't met them yet." I sighed. "It's just...Jelsa and I don't like each other a lot. Maybe because we be really alike and really different all at the same time."

Peter
I frowned.
"You mean you...don't get along well with your writer?" I asked.

Melly: I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Does it sound like I get along with my writer?"

Speedy, Marley, and Robin simultaneously snapped out of the void. Unfortunately for them, their writer was too lazy to reread the posts she missed "Uh... what happened?" Marley asked, rubbing her eyes "Did I miss something?"

Melly: I turned around to see some people entering. "Uh...I don't really know what's going on right now," I said.

Peter
"Not really," I told Marley and the others. "We're still waiting to go, and I'm still trying to suppress the anti-writer feelings. ...Honestly, it makes me nervous for the writers. I mean, in their worlds...will they still have the same kind of power over us that they do here? Maybe this isn't such a good idea right now..."
"Someone could get hurt," Sarah agreed uneasily.
I had difficulty believing that any character would truly want to harm their writer. ...Even during that one time that I'd turned my back on Winter, I'd never had any thoughts about physically hurting her...

Melly: I sighed. "I'm not planning on killing Jelsa in her sleep or anything. I just...she's really annoying sometimes, okay? She's hard to deal with." I shoved my hands in my pockets. "I don't ever understand her. She's completely unpredictable."

"I think it depends..." said Ezra softly, "on the situation if I would defend my writer..."

"It really depends on her...If she's nice then I'll be nice..."T.Mor said.

"Man. You really are turning evil T.Mor..." Riddle said with a grin.

"I'M NOT EVIL OK?!" T.Mor shouted defensively.