[Amelia's kept track of how many days have passed since the ordeal with Legato happened. It's not that means to, but she also can't forget how it felt, having no control over her own body. Even over a month since, the memories are still vivid in her mind, with the talks of trials and justice only serving as a reminder. But Amelia has never been ( Read more... )

[Amelia's doing something she really knows better than to do, but seriously? Wishing up food delivered by creepy ghosts isn't anything she'll ever get used to. So against her better judgement, common sense, and sanity, she's gone into the kitchen to attempt to cook. Her standards aren't exactly high ones: simple, preferably hot, and most ( Read more... )

[One thing Amelia's discovered thanks to the Four Seasons room is that the ocean itself isn't a bad thing. Not when she can find a quiet place on the shore to read over the journal and collect her thoughts. That's exactly her intention when she opens the door, but there's an odd bit of trivia that makes this time quite a bit different than the ( Read more... )

[Amelia has taken her time exploring the castle, which is to be expected. Not even the fanciest buildings where she's from come close to it, and where she is now is no exception to that. She's heard of water-holding tanks, and even seen a few before, but all as towers. Nothing like this massive hole in the ground. It's clearly man-made, but ( Read more... )

[Amelia has taken her time getting to the castle, if only to give herself a bit more time to prepare for the fact that there really is a castle. Not that the extra days have done any good now that she's there. But she's still glad she walked over any of the other choices after the ship crashed, and even happier that the land is still there and ( Read more... )

[Over all? Amelia is not enjoying her introduction to Paradisa a single bit. The idea that's she's been snatched from not just her motel room, but her entire world is bad enough. But she's also struggling to walk on something called a ship, without having to stop every five minutes to heave over the railing or into a bucket. The ocean may be ( Read more... )