((OOC: Crow has woken up in a really bad state from Drake's dream. His handwriting is shaky and there are small flecks of red that appear on the entry and are smudged at as if trying to be wiped away.))

I am I how

I appear to be dead.

I mean, where I am from.

This brings up so many questions. What exactly would happen, I wonder, if I ever disappeared ( Read more... )

It appears we may have a potential crisis on our hands according to what I am reading?

Flight, if you read this, I'm packing everything important, don't worry, Digit and I will be fine.

Argent... Do you need a hand? I do not have much to take care of, honestly, and I would be happy to come help you once I am finished with preparations here.

Addendum:

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I apologize if I have worried anyone with my absence. I have not been feeling well. However I am quite recovered.

I seem to have missed a few things--new arrivals and certain developments, perhaps?

To those I have failed to greet properly, welcome.

Things have been going quite well at the book shop. I ventured to section three in search of the man in the box but, alas, found nothing. Perhaps I will have better luck later.

Flight and I have settled into our new home, it is small but cozy. A bit lonely when Flight is off wandering however. Cuddlesworth is not a good conversationalist.

I've been ( Read more... )

My name is Crow.

I'm aware that is something of a curt introduction, but it is the best I can currently offer. I have just... Woken up as it were. All I recall is a dream, a situation I am told is shared by all new arrivals to this strange place. I arrived--or woke, or was born, whatever the proper term may be--with a man named Flight. Due to the ( Read more... )