( Another tl;dr about Martha, magic, deals, and being called a rapist. )

( This is *VERY* long, but. Hey, I've only got three days for him to spill his guts. )

What is that mysterious ticking noise?

No.

NO!

[There's the sound of him flipping back through journal entries, and a clatter of books before the connection ends.]

[Any neighbors he has (Room 10, Level 1) will hear him throwing things around in his room. Lots of metal cauldrons and angry shouting.]

( Private )

It looks like I'm not going to be here much longer, so I thought I'd just write down a few notes to the lovely people I've met so far ( Read more... )

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