[Yes, he totally has that expression as he writes in the journal. No blood anymore, at least.]

I can't speak for everyone here, but I am growing tired of the parrots. Do you suppose if we all concentrated on asking the castle it might provide an aviary to house them?

[blood blood blood aaaaaaaall over the journal]

All right. Really? Really?

It's been days. How the hell I managed to even have this much blood is beyond me.

[filter to Rorschach]

DID YOU DO THIS?

[Dictated, in a slow, pensive tone]

At last, my body's been put right again. I don't know what that was all about.

I can remember all of it, though, existing parallel to my real childhood, though as strangely shadowed as if it all really did take place years ago.

I find this vaguely disconcerting.

[Filtered to Edward]

Thank you for the helicopter, and ( Read more... )

[The castle has taken some small pity on Adrian and not belabored him with a bb. This is probably because

a) HE'S STILL 12.
b) He has a baby alligator in his pocket, and even a giant castle that seems to exult in making people's lives harder has managed to realize that baby alligator plus baby human would be bad.

He's currently running through the ( Read more... )

[Adrian is now totally regressed to 12, mentally as well as physically, and it shows.

It shows a lot.

He's running down the hall, followed closely by a skittering baby alligator that runs for a few feet and then stops, then runs after him again.]

[Adrian is still less than a week into his loss but is already starting to come off more and more as an actual child. A rather proud, overzealous child, but still an actual child.]

[spoken into the journal, almost breathlessly excited and full of the accent he tries so hard to hide as an adult:]

I DID IT!

[In the background, one can faintly hear this ( Read more... )

[Throws ball at the wall, catches it.

Repeat about 873 times.]

[ooc: loss continues, as does the gradual turning more and more into his actual 12-year-old self. If any other kids show up, he'll probably start acting more and more like a proper child. open post!]

[A skinny blond kid with a surly expression and dressed like it's still the early 1950s is carrying a stack of books at what appear to be grad-school level across the library. If you look for long enough, and possibly squint, there's eventually something sort of familiar about him, assuming you ever met him before.

Of course, if you did, he was in ( Read more... )

[Very professional-looking form letters have appeared in everybody's journals overnight- mostly text, obviously, but with the opposite page already demarcated for people to write in their replies, public or private, and with highly visible letterhead.]


( Read more... )

So now we're back.

That was... peculiar.

I don't know about you, but I don't feel at all enlightened as to may place in the world after these events.