[Keats is seen laughing, holding a child's drawing of what appears to be him. It's the same thick hair, and color of the coat at the very least. It's messy and done by a child who is obviously quite young ( Read more... )

[Keats stands confused and staring at the mirror. He's rubbing at a patch on the sleeve of his coat in confusion. He takes the coat off, and the same patch is on his dress shirt, just a bright red letter "I". He puts the jacket back on and the same "I" can be seen in a rather sharp contrast to his usual outfit. He turns to the camera and shrugs ( Read more... )

Oi I am right cheesed off. Again? Really, bloody arseways and jabberin on like a plonker. Banjaxed is wot this is! Go hifreann leat, City. Aye kinno be blamin Author 'bout dis. Ah shouldna be sevener, dey say Am fear dan dàn a’chroich, cha tèid gu bràth a bhàthadh, aye? Not ta be Beamer bout. Coulda rose up a scut er' sommat. Bloody bog trottin... ( Read more... )

Anyone know wot the deal is with all these people and boxes milling about? Robin and I seem to be without them, thankfully. I am not so sure I want to deal with all that. I think I'd rather go play pool or something.

I have this horrible urge for sweets... I actually want ice-cream. Considering what I am, I know this will shock two of you, but I can't stand ice-cream. It's too sweet an' cold. I even like warm beer ( Read more... )

Keats sat on the green carousel horse and watched The City. He entertained himself with the idea that he was actually stationary while the buildings were spinning about him. Odd thought that, it's The City that's moving, not me. He meant to work on the Welcome Center information for Penny, however the more he thought the more he was drawn to his ( Read more... )

[Static and then a paper ball bounces over the camera ( Read more... )

The realization that life was almost as I feared has passed me. I understand now, that the City has me and that it is quite unlikely to return me to the realm that I am from. Perhaps this is because I am not, in reality from anything but the fevered imaginations of children and the hopes of one dead boy ( Read more... )

It has come ta my attention that I need, perhaps, other employment bastard netherworld and bastard reality and bastard death. I was told that the library was possibly hiring. Anyone know who I can talk to? No that I have all of my papers and wotnot, but I graduated from Cambridge with a PhD in Literature. I have other work, but I've agreed to not ( Read more... )

[Keats' paper journal. Located on his desk in Office 13]

( paper entry, not on network )