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((Click.))
((Brief fumbling, a mumble. The sound of someone fairly young clearing his throat, trying to sound a bit important, knowledgeable, and in control. But you know how young boys sound when they try to sound like that.))
So. I'm back in this room again, in the theatre again, and there's the fountain. And the carousel. That's all familiar enough. I even recall how to use these machines, though there's not much point to them. It's rather clever that you can talk to them as though you were talking to another person and have them keep what you're saying.
I recall this whole town, actually. I remember I visited here before, back... ((A significant pause for one trying to define his life free from, without, and beyond someone.)) Back some time ago. I've even been here more than once.
There was a girl here who said she was my sister and that she'd traveled here with...me, but I didn't know her at all. And there was another girl who decided I ought to be the 'Earl of Secrets' before I was the Earl of Hargreaves. Well, I'm the Earl of Hargreaves now, but I suppose I could still be the Earl of Secrets too. There were some others too, forming clubs and games and things.
There were lots of children around, and almost no adults, which was very queer. It was all right at first, but by evening it was rather...disgraceful. Especially when a lot of the children got to crying by the end of the day. I suppose you ought to expect that of children.
I don't know why there'd be a town all full of children, though, unless there was an orphanage or the like. Or an orphanage that got loose.
Either way, we're here again. And I don't recall coming here at all. And I did not fall asleep in the carriage. For that matter, why are we here at all? It's not another aunt or something, is it? That's all they've ever done since... I mean, all they do is gossip and gossip and say I have to come visit them. Again. I'm quite sick of it.
Every other time we've come here, something interesting has happened. So.
((Shuffling, like someone pulling on a coat. A shout, the voice turned away from the microphone.))
Riff--I'm going out.
... ... ...
Riff?
Riff, where are you?
((A childish huff. Another shout--less a request than a demand.))
Riff!
Honestly.
((Footsteps, a door opens... The footsteps return and...))
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Every other time this curse has come along I've played wibbleful under-papa's-thumb Cain. This time, he's still about ten, but he's from just after Alexis "dies" (the first time...lol canon). So he's...a little different. *cough* Cain in short pants... He's like Ciel~!! |D]
((Click.))
((Brief fumbling, a mumble. The sound of someone fairly young clearing his throat, trying to sound a bit important, knowledgeable, and in control. But you know how young boys sound when they try to sound like that.))
So. I'm back in this room again, in the theatre again, and there's the fountain. And the carousel. That's all familiar enough. I even recall how to use these machines, though there's not much point to them. It's rather clever that you can talk to them as though you were talking to another person and have them keep what you're saying.
I recall this whole town, actually. I remember I visited here before, back... ((A significant pause for one trying to define his life free from, without, and beyond someone.)) Back some time ago. I've even been here more than once.
There was a girl here who said she was my sister and that she'd traveled here with...me, but I didn't know her at all. And there was another girl who decided I ought to be the 'Earl of Secrets' before I was the Earl of Hargreaves. Well, I'm the Earl of Hargreaves now, but I suppose I could still be the Earl of Secrets too. There were some others too, forming clubs and games and things.
There were lots of children around, and almost no adults, which was very queer. It was all right at first, but by evening it was rather...disgraceful. Especially when a lot of the children got to crying by the end of the day. I suppose you ought to expect that of children.
I don't know why there'd be a town all full of children, though, unless there was an orphanage or the like. Or an orphanage that got loose.
Either way, we're here again. And I don't recall coming here at all. And I did not fall asleep in the carriage. For that matter, why are we here at all? It's not another aunt or something, is it? That's all they've ever done since... I mean, all they do is gossip and gossip and say I have to come visit them. Again. I'm quite sick of it.
Every other time we've come here, something interesting has happened. So.
((Shuffling, like someone pulling on a coat. A shout, the voice turned away from the microphone.))
Riff--I'm going out.
... ... ...
Riff?
Riff, where are you?
((A childish huff. Another shout--less a request than a demand.))
Riff!
Honestly.
((Footsteps, a door opens... The footsteps return and...))
((Click.))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Every other time this curse has come along I've played wibbleful under-papa's-thumb Cain. This time, he's still about ten, but he's from just after Alexis "dies" (the first time...lol canon). So he's...a little different. *cough* Cain in short pants... He's like Ciel~!! |D]