Entry 247; Day 15
I said it to friends on the day, and it's a bit late now, but happy new year.
So this is the future--so far as I'm concerned, at least. Another year, more curses, of course. At least we were given Christmas Day and New Year's Day to ourselves. One could call that a gift. But no sooner is it the new year than we're hit with another curse. That was a delightful bit of amnesia, City.
Or the 'deities', rather. I think the Tianzi and I were talking about that once. It's become like a saying, blaming the City when, if the guides and customs are to be believed, it's the 'deities' who really bring down the curses on us. The City itself does nothing but contain us. Even it sometimes changes during a curse, so it may be as much of a victim as we are. It's just interesting the way that turn of phrase has appeared, and how quick we are to shout, 'Damn you, City', when it isn't the City at all.
I do have to wonder who built the City, though. Perhaps the first people who were brought here began to build it, and it's continued ever since. Or it could be the 'deities', of course. But the City still seems like only a container, and the curses are more like the weather. One calls them 'London's fogs', but the city has only a little to do with them.
Still, thank you, 'deities' for the sudden bout of amnesia that struck the City. As difficult as it is to endure newcomers every two weeks, to suddenly have a City full of them is twice as bad. I wonder if that's what the City was like when the first people were brought here: nothing but confusion and questions. I tried to keep well away from the Network yesterday. It seemed more tedious to try and explain things to imagined newcomers than to just wait for midnight.
I realised recently that I've not been using the old codes and locks I was taught to hide my Network entries. But the more I thought about it, the less it seemed to matter. I kept nothing about my doings concealed in my own world, save for private letters. Why should I think of this as any different? The Network is part newspaper, part conversation, part gossip, and part letter. If I keep the parts most like letters sealed, then the rest of it is like life as it was there. So I see no real need to keep locking everything up. It's only the Network. Generally speaking, barring the madness of a curse, I choose what I want to include here. And when I have been cursed, as often as not I've forgotten the locks anyway.
Besides, hiding behind a screen would suggest that I'm either scared or up to something.
I keep hearing half-truths about crises, or seeing certain entries on the Network and not knowing how serious a situation is. I tried, once, to keep up with these things, especially when they involved people whom I knew, but it's proving more and more difficult. It's hardly my responsibility, but the necessity of knowing these things is still very much on my mind.
Still silence and stillness from them--Are they bored?--Are they planning?--There has to be something going on--I know they're watching me, as much as I'm watching them--and yet, without them doing anything, my mind is wandering--I know they don't seem to be striking against the people I know nearly so much as they did in my world, but I could put some of that down to his being in prison--I'll have to keep watching--that's all I can do--
Any more murders under investigation, Lord Ciel? The last time we spoke, I think you were certain that something horrific would happen in the midst of the celebrations.
~C.
[ooc: Like he says, Cain isn't going to be using filters anymore, except when necessary. I'm noting this here formally for any and all who might have been blocked out before. I basically want an IC reason to interact with the scary people. Seriously.]
So this is the future--so far as I'm concerned, at least. Another year, more curses, of course. At least we were given Christmas Day and New Year's Day to ourselves. One could call that a gift. But no sooner is it the new year than we're hit with another curse. That was a delightful bit of amnesia, City.
Or the 'deities', rather. I think the Tianzi and I were talking about that once. It's become like a saying, blaming the City when, if the guides and customs are to be believed, it's the 'deities' who really bring down the curses on us. The City itself does nothing but contain us. Even it sometimes changes during a curse, so it may be as much of a victim as we are. It's just interesting the way that turn of phrase has appeared, and how quick we are to shout, 'Damn you, City', when it isn't the City at all.
I do have to wonder who built the City, though. Perhaps the first people who were brought here began to build it, and it's continued ever since. Or it could be the 'deities', of course. But the City still seems like only a container, and the curses are more like the weather. One calls them 'London's fogs', but the city has only a little to do with them.
Still, thank you, 'deities' for the sudden bout of amnesia that struck the City. As difficult as it is to endure newcomers every two weeks, to suddenly have a City full of them is twice as bad. I wonder if that's what the City was like when the first people were brought here: nothing but confusion and questions. I tried to keep well away from the Network yesterday. It seemed more tedious to try and explain things to imagined newcomers than to just wait for midnight.
I realised recently that I've not been using the old codes and locks I was taught to hide my Network entries. But the more I thought about it, the less it seemed to matter. I kept nothing about my doings concealed in my own world, save for private letters. Why should I think of this as any different? The Network is part newspaper, part conversation, part gossip, and part letter. If I keep the parts most like letters sealed, then the rest of it is like life as it was there. So I see no real need to keep locking everything up. It's only the Network. Generally speaking, barring the madness of a curse, I choose what I want to include here. And when I have been cursed, as often as not I've forgotten the locks anyway.
Besides, hiding behind a screen would suggest that I'm either scared or up to something.
I keep hearing half-truths about crises, or seeing certain entries on the Network and not knowing how serious a situation is. I tried, once, to keep up with these things, especially when they involved people whom I knew, but it's proving more and more difficult. It's hardly my responsibility, but the necessity of knowing these things is still very much on my mind.
Still silence and stillness from them--Are they bored?--Are they planning?--There has to be something going on--I know they're watching me, as much as I'm watching them--and yet, without them doing anything, my mind is wandering--I know they don't seem to be striking against the people I know nearly so much as they did in my world, but I could put some of that down to his being in prison--I'll have to keep watching--that's all I can do--
Any more murders under investigation, Lord Ciel? The last time we spoke, I think you were certain that something horrific would happen in the midst of the celebrations.
~C.
[ooc: Like he says, Cain isn't going to be using filters anymore, except when necessary. I'm noting this here formally for any and all who might have been blocked out before. I basically want an IC reason to interact with the scary people. Seriously.]