[It had been a long week, seeing everyone as animals and with no way for any of them to get back to normal. There had been no way for him to really help, even--Carpet isn't sure he could have felt more useless if he'd tried. What can he do? He can hold things. Write things. He can gesture. He can fly. Except for the last, just about anyone could do ( Read more... )

[The writing is almost elegant, but obviously rushed.]

Doctor Cid?

((OOC: Feel free to join in on the thread whenever, if you want Cid to come to the store. =3))

[There's no context for this post--just maps. Quite a few pages of them, actually. They're surprisingly detailed and accurate, though a little shaky, given how sick Carpet is, but they all seem to be of the same thing--the land surrounding the town itself. Each one has the town and the sea as the only fixed aspects running through the series, but ( Read more... )

[The video feed begins with a loud thump, and the fluttering of pages as Carpet's journal-book hits the ground outside the Hotel That Never Was. Facing straight up as it is, the journal is in a good position to catch Carpet himself showing up, dangling precariously from the limbs of a nearby tree, with tendrils of mist still clinging to him. He's ( Read more... )

[The video post begins with a clear view of the ceiling, before something--fluffy and gold and gleaming faintly, almost looking like some kind of tassel--comes into view, wrapping around the edge of the journal and tilting it up to stand on its end. From the faint clunk and rustle, it sounds like the journal is an honest-to-god book. Now the view ( Read more... )