Entry 243; Day 3
Despite all the stories I've heard about last week and everything that went on, it still seems to me like the City hasn't really changed. I'm sure there have been a few arrivals and a few departures, but it seems very much like I left it. That's how it always seems to work here: chaos erupts, but everything falls back into place at the end. I suppose even that is a little unsettling.
The more stories I hear, the more grateful I am to have missed everything. It sounds like it was just as bad as those curses from October a year ago, and the invasion of the 'Stewards' last January. I suppose we were due for another round of problems like that. There's no consistent pattern I've yet seen, but it does seem to happen periodically. I have to wonder what brought it on, or why it happened. It doesn't sound like it was 'just a curse' either. Having not seen any of it, I may never be able to solve it entirely.
I had forgotten how unpleasant it is to wake up in a room not your own. Although, I know it is my room, it's just not the room I wanted to wake up in. It's colder than my room at home and emptier--.
At least there are some Christmas decorations up. That makes things a little more pleasant. And no mistletoe sprouting everywhere. The tree in the square is very impressive. I've not remarked on it before, I don't think, but it's remarkable.
Of course, it's especially fine to return and almost immediately be accused of murder. And these accusations are based only on the very vague circumstance that while I was gone, no murders occurred.
Except that as I understand it, while I was gone, most everyone, and murderers included, were rather busy with monsters and zombies.
My accuser may say that there's no such thing as coincidence, but I say that he's seeing a connection where there is none. Otherwise, his accusations deserve no more of my attention.
I'm still trying to solve how it's possible for me to be in two places at once. The whole time I was in the City, no time passed in London, and people I had thought were in the City were in London. So that would mean that time doesn't move there while I'm here, or my time here is like a brach from the main limb of time there--it's not part of it, but I can go back to where the two connect and return to the main limb and continue. So, that would mean that what Merry said was true: I am there even while I'm here. It's just that I'm not back at that intersection of the two places. Time isn't moving there, or else I'm returned to the moment I left.
What that says about the future, I don't know. Does that mean it's all prearranged? I refuse to believe in fate or destiny. If I want to keep likening it to the limb of a tree, tree limbs can be trained into different shapes and to different lengths. They can be changed.
The 21st, and the shortest day of the year, for whatever that's worth, and Christmas in a few days. I suppose I need to make up for lost time. I've a few things yet to do. And suddenly no help to them with--
~C.
[ooc: Welcome back to everyday life in the City. He'll be finishing his Christmas shopping now, and will probably find some trinket from home, thanks to Aziraphale (how about a box of scones at a bakery--randomly? >:3). D'awww. Cain is not using filters, and he may not go back to them for a while. Two weeks of doing things publicly and not getting attacked for them has made him let his [electronic] guard down in the City a little.]
The more stories I hear, the more grateful I am to have missed everything. It sounds like it was just as bad as those curses from October a year ago, and the invasion of the 'Stewards' last January. I suppose we were due for another round of problems like that. There's no consistent pattern I've yet seen, but it does seem to happen periodically. I have to wonder what brought it on, or why it happened. It doesn't sound like it was 'just a curse' either. Having not seen any of it, I may never be able to solve it entirely.
I had forgotten how unpleasant it is to wake up in a room not your own. Although, I know it is my room, it's just not the room I wanted to wake up in. It's colder than my room at home and emptier--.
At least there are some Christmas decorations up. That makes things a little more pleasant. And no mistletoe sprouting everywhere. The tree in the square is very impressive. I've not remarked on it before, I don't think, but it's remarkable.
Of course, it's especially fine to return and almost immediately be accused of murder. And these accusations are based only on the very vague circumstance that while I was gone, no murders occurred.
Except that as I understand it, while I was gone, most everyone, and murderers included, were rather busy with monsters and zombies.
My accuser may say that there's no such thing as coincidence, but I say that he's seeing a connection where there is none. Otherwise, his accusations deserve no more of my attention.
I'm still trying to solve how it's possible for me to be in two places at once. The whole time I was in the City, no time passed in London, and people I had thought were in the City were in London. So that would mean that time doesn't move there while I'm here, or my time here is like a brach from the main limb of time there--it's not part of it, but I can go back to where the two connect and return to the main limb and continue. So, that would mean that what Merry said was true: I am there even while I'm here. It's just that I'm not back at that intersection of the two places. Time isn't moving there, or else I'm returned to the moment I left.
What that says about the future, I don't know. Does that mean it's all prearranged? I refuse to believe in fate or destiny. If I want to keep likening it to the limb of a tree, tree limbs can be trained into different shapes and to different lengths. They can be changed.
The 21st, and the shortest day of the year, for whatever that's worth, and Christmas in a few days. I suppose I need to make up for lost time. I've a few things yet to do. And suddenly no help to them with--
~C.
[ooc: Welcome back to everyday life in the City. He'll be finishing his Christmas shopping now, and will probably find some trinket from home, thanks to Aziraphale (how about a box of scones at a bakery--randomly? >:3). D'awww. Cain is not using filters, and he may not go back to them for a while. Two weeks of doing things publicly and not getting attacked for them has made him let his [electronic] guard down in the City a little.]