Entry 373; Day 397
As glad as I am that curse is over, I suppose it could have been worse for me. If there were other animals besides dolls--toy lions, for example--roaming around, that certainly would have been worse. And I know quite a few people did have to deal with toy animals like lions or tigers. Most of the creatures I saw in the hallways and corridors of the opera house seemed relatively harmless--ducks and rabbits and that sort of thing. They were a little tiresome to deal with, as is the case with most curses, but none seemed especially violent. Well, perhaps a few of the toy cats were a bit rough. I am glad it's over, but I know full well that it could have been far worse.
And it seems that my streak of being missed by curses has come to an end. Although I think that curse would be difficult to avoid--save by my favourite method, of course, to shut myself up in my room like it's a castle's keep and wait out the curse. I do wonder when the City will strike us all with a curse and I won't be able to hide. There will be one, sooner or later. There have been curses like that before.
Although, really, I am glad I can count He-Who-Kills as an ally--or, at least I think I can count him as such. If anything, he could have perhaps talked the dolls out of bothering me. I know I saw him roaming about with a few of them. They seemed to make quite a tribe. I think they could have killed any toy lion that decided to attack me.
I suppose the strangest thing of all was seeing Noir, who is a toy himself, really, trying to play with these other toys. Noir's always seemed to be alive, though I know perfectly well that he's mechanical and kept moving by sunlight, which makes him a toy. And then the other toys came to life, rather like him. And yet, he acted as though they were the peculiar things--of course he would, as perfectly as he imitates a real cat. Something about seeing a living toy toying with other living toys is an amusing riddle, one must admit.
But, yes, I did have a few creatures come stumbling into my room early yesterday morning: Merry, of course, had toys in the City. But hers were all gentle creatures, like cats or rabbits or dolls. As it was, I only had to shut the door on them and lock it and they seemed to be well enough contained.
Perhaps I was a fool for keeping Merry's dolls as I have. Her room itself is just as she left it--if perhaps a little neater. Much as I hope she never finds her way here, I've still kept all her things--in case she should ever find herself here again and in case she should ever need these things. It's foolish, I admit, and yet they are her things. And I would hate to throw them away. I'd never throw away her things at home, and I can't bring myself to throw them away here either.
It is foolishness. And for it, I had to contend with her toys yesterday when they came toddling into my room. And, yes, it was a bit like a strange dream at first. And I would have picked them up and thrown them into her room when they bothered me, but most would have broken and I didn't dare break her dolls. So I herded and chased them back into her room and locked them there. They acted a bit like her, somehow, the way they both clung to me and rushed from me--Perhaps because they're her dolls-- Yes, it was rather horrid to hear them tapping at the door all day and meowing, but I certainly couldn't let them out again. And they've fallen silent again today, of course, in piles all about her room. It's as though she was playing with them.
But, as I recall, there are some puppets and marionettes in the closets and basements of the opera house. Did they come to life as the toys did? I shouldn't be surprised if they did, but I don't think that I saw any of them. I almost think I rather would have liked to see them. Living puppets--I'm sure some people in the City would liken us to living puppets, but I'm tired of poetic metaphors for our situation here.
It seems like it was almost the inverse of having everyone in the City become living toys: instead the toys came to life. I'm surprised I haven't seen this one before. Or, if I have, it's been long enough that even I've forgotten it. I suppose it doesn't matter.
Cold as it still is, it's certainly late winter now. And, Megumi, it's quite the middle of the month now. Are we to keep our appointment after all? I'd like to get out of the house again if you'd care to join me.
~C.
[ooc: /kicks self for not posting like she'd like ;; School + cold + internship = absent Caru ;; BUT I'M BACK, I SWEAR. I swear. Come tag~ Unfortunately, there's going to be angst in the next day or two (you'll see ;3; it's sad).]
And it seems that my streak of being missed by curses has come to an end. Although I think that curse would be difficult to avoid--save by my favourite method, of course, to shut myself up in my room like it's a castle's keep and wait out the curse. I do wonder when the City will strike us all with a curse and I won't be able to hide. There will be one, sooner or later. There have been curses like that before.
Although, really, I am glad I can count He-Who-Kills as an ally--or, at least I think I can count him as such. If anything, he could have perhaps talked the dolls out of bothering me. I know I saw him roaming about with a few of them. They seemed to make quite a tribe. I think they could have killed any toy lion that decided to attack me.
I suppose the strangest thing of all was seeing Noir, who is a toy himself, really, trying to play with these other toys. Noir's always seemed to be alive, though I know perfectly well that he's mechanical and kept moving by sunlight, which makes him a toy. And then the other toys came to life, rather like him. And yet, he acted as though they were the peculiar things--of course he would, as perfectly as he imitates a real cat. Something about seeing a living toy toying with other living toys is an amusing riddle, one must admit.
But, yes, I did have a few creatures come stumbling into my room early yesterday morning: Merry, of course, had toys in the City. But hers were all gentle creatures, like cats or rabbits or dolls. As it was, I only had to shut the door on them and lock it and they seemed to be well enough contained.
Perhaps I was a fool for keeping Merry's dolls as I have. Her room itself is just as she left it--if perhaps a little neater. Much as I hope she never finds her way here, I've still kept all her things--in case she should ever find herself here again and in case she should ever need these things. It's foolish, I admit, and yet they are her things. And I would hate to throw them away. I'd never throw away her things at home, and I can't bring myself to throw them away here either.
It is foolishness. And for it, I had to contend with her toys yesterday when they came toddling into my room. And, yes, it was a bit like a strange dream at first. And I would have picked them up and thrown them into her room when they bothered me, but most would have broken and I didn't dare break her dolls. So I herded and chased them back into her room and locked them there. They acted a bit like her, somehow, the way they both clung to me and rushed from me--Perhaps because they're her dolls-- Yes, it was rather horrid to hear them tapping at the door all day and meowing, but I certainly couldn't let them out again. And they've fallen silent again today, of course, in piles all about her room. It's as though she was playing with them.
But, as I recall, there are some puppets and marionettes in the closets and basements of the opera house. Did they come to life as the toys did? I shouldn't be surprised if they did, but I don't think that I saw any of them. I almost think I rather would have liked to see them. Living puppets--I'm sure some people in the City would liken us to living puppets, but I'm tired of poetic metaphors for our situation here.
It seems like it was almost the inverse of having everyone in the City become living toys: instead the toys came to life. I'm surprised I haven't seen this one before. Or, if I have, it's been long enough that even I've forgotten it. I suppose it doesn't matter.
Cold as it still is, it's certainly late winter now. And, Megumi, it's quite the middle of the month now. Are we to keep our appointment after all? I'd like to get out of the house again if you'd care to join me.
~C.
[ooc: /kicks self for not posting like she'd like ;; School + cold + internship = absent Caru ;; BUT I'M BACK, I SWEAR. I swear. Come tag~ Unfortunately, there's going to be angst in the next day or two (you'll see ;3; it's sad).]