[The journal picks up some oldies music, and the sound quality suggests it's coming from a cassette player. The journal also picks up some light-duty dragging and shuffling. Whatever Duster's doing, he hums satisfaction with it.]

( Jilly )

[It's been a few days since Lucas vanished. Long enough to check the castle and the crocodile-infested grounds, and long enough to make sure Lucas's nameplate hadn't turned up somewhere else. It looks like Duster's hunch was right. He's holding Lucas's note as he opens the journal.]Everyone, Lucas has gone home. He's probably seeing our new world ( Read more... )

[If the castle is making everyone musical -- like it did on this day last year -- Duster figures he might as well join in. So he's working on that song. The journal picks up snippets of an optimistic guitar tune, as well as Duster's occasional humming. He stops to scratch down some more lyrics and ...]... That box wasn't there before, was it? Hmm ( Read more... )

[Right now, in the Paradisa kitchen, Duster and Lucas are seated at the kitchen table and having a nice meal of ... cheese. Yep, there's a big wheel of it, with slices cut like it's birthday cake.]

I wonder why there are holes in this kind of cheese ...

[Duster's journal picks up the sound of ocean waves and people's footsteps on boardwalk planks.]

I wonder why these things are called sea lions ... They don't really look like lions.

[Backdated to early afternoon.]

... Did anyone lose a carpet-covered post? I was out training in the forest, and all of a sudden, it fell from the sky.

[Pause.]

Hmm. I'm not even sure what this is supposed to be ...

[ooc: He found Jilly's cat tower. Just about found it in the face, too.]

[Duster is in the lobby, once again wearing his ludicrous afro wig, playing his upright bass, and accompanied by a ghost on an electronic keyboard. People seemed to enjoy their public performance last time, and it seems like a lot of people are upset after this weekend, so it was a natural choice. The two of them play an instrumental version of ( Read more... )

[Duster was sort of hoping to get some climbing practice in on Ira Tower while it was empty, but judging by the rubble, he's missed his chance. That's okay. There are plenty more places in Paradisa that'll work ( Read more... )

[Tired of Christmas carols? Well, Duster's journal is picking up some mellow oldies. And the hollow sound of a vase-like object being set on a shelf.]

I wonder if he put it back together himself. Maybe he changed his mind ...

[And then Duster notices the open journal, and hesitates.]... I hope everyone is having a great Christmas. I'm going to be ( Read more... )

[If you've seen Duster before, you may notice that he's looking more put together than usual. Ironed clothes, polished boots, and not a hair out of place. He didn't have the heart to tell those helpful ghosts to knock it off ( Read more... )