[The following is a series of notes left by Angelica in her wanderings. People in either night are free to find them.]

( Don't follow the dead.... )

[The following is written. There aren't any private filters, and this is only accessible for immediate reply by people in Night 2.Jane and I have woken in a very strange place, but I'm afraid that I have not the words to properly describe it. My book and quill have been taken from me, but in their place I have this...a different book, and an odd, ( Read more... )

Morgana is currently with Teppic and myself in our apartments. She sleeps peacefully.

How has everyone fared? Is everyone all right?

[Private to Teppic]

What was in that tea?

It is a dream. The more that occurs here, the more I am convinced of it.

( Lots of private messages under the cut )

Do we all know each other once again?

I should hope we do, for the last few days were more than a little uncomfortable.

[Private to Svetlana]

I loathe to admit it, but my memory must have failed me as well. I suppose we were fortunate that our paths did not cross during this time, for I believe I would not have recognised your face if we did.

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[Angelica's gotten a hold of John's laptop and has managed to both successfully turn it on and find the webcamera. Let that be a lesson to you not to leave your valuables in the office. She doesn't quite know where to look into the screen though, and she keeps accidentally hitting buttons because she doesn't understand how any of this works and ( Read more... )

[Cayce's musings have struck a chord with Angelica. Her handwriting is downright frantic - there are lots of blotches on the page and some of her words run into each other.]

My God, how could I have been so blind? Cayce is was right. We have been dreaming this entire time -- trapped, but not held hostageby some unknown force. It makes as much ( Read more... )

Jude has gone. Disappeared entirely, her chambers and things and all. Not of her free will, for she was kind-hearted enough to have taken us with her if she had found a means in which to escape. I hope she has gone home, though there is no way to tell for certain ( Read more... )

The incessant din from the chambers next to mine is beginning to stir my brains into a fine gruel. Raoul was never so musically inclined. [There's an unwritten "THANK GOD" here ( Read more... )

At least the elusive tyrants that hold us captive have been generous enough to provide clothing appropriate for the sudden cold weather. And we have been given not just a change in the weather but amusements as well, for I have seen skates in the market and assume the appearance of the hill must be for sliding down. Why else build a hill if not for ( Read more... )