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[dreams_in_red]

[A handwritten entry in neat, slightly loopy handwriting.]This place is very backwards. My own husband doesn't know me and the Doctor wants to be friends. I've had an earlier self of Harry's come to rifle through my memories so I could prove I was really his wife. As if I would lie about such a thing

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[broken_clock]

I suppose the term 'surreal' isn't quite powerful enough, desu. At least the lights are harmless, desu.

Though I must say I don't enjoy having my writing manipulated, desu.

[dreams_in_red]

Neither do I, desu. My hand just keeps writing it out, even though I try not to, desu.

[broken_clock]

You won't hear me say this often, but I think it's best to simply accept it, desu. It seems to be one of the castle's tamer tricks, desu. It will only bother us if we let it, desu.

[dreams_in_red]

Does the castle like to play with everyone often, then, do you think, desu?

[broken_clock]

It seems that way, desu. Perhaps it wants to see how we react, desu.

[dreams_in_red]

I only want to go home, desu.

[broken_clock]

...I wish you could, desu. I wish all of us could, desu.

[dreams_in_red]

I'd say I'm sorry you can't remember your friend, but since we're resolved not to be sorry... I'll have to think of something else, desu.

[broken_clock]

The thought is still very appreciated, desu.

[dreams_in_red]

[OOC: tag in mindscape, desu :D]

[broken_clock]

((Thank you, desu!))