For the love of whatever you hold dear, don't stray from the light.

Kevas. Talia. Joe. Everyone here. Please say you're all fine.

Albel too, I suppose. At the very least mind what you point your sword at. If you can, refrain from attacking the people who are as captive as you are ( Read more... )

I find it very doubtful that the staff don't know where this disaster came from. I think it's very interesting how tight-lipped they remain on anything that isn't how to clean up this mess.

[Sup, straw-woman writing. Bit messy.]

Not surprising in the least, however.

New arrivals-

I am sorry for your losses. Words fail to describe.

[No. No, that isn't right. Too personal, too dread.]

If you need any help adjusting, I offer mine.

[In smaller writing, at the corner of the message in quick, jerky handstrokes:]

Joe- may we speak?

[That's the end of it, but passerby can find Nel playing in the lake I ( Read more... )

Kevas, I need to talk to you.

Please.

A blade ill-kept will go to rust. Stay alert. Study your environment, if you haven't already. Learn how to defend yourself, if you don't already know. Don't waste the privilege of living where others have succumbed to the End.

Above all else, find someone you can trust.

[And with that frustratingly cryptic message, Nel sets aside her record and ( Read more... )

[After the initial panic, the single thought permeating the fog of Nel's mind while she surveys the contents of her cell is simple. Succinct.

Not again.She explores the walls, her bed, the furniture and flooring-- unable to truly recognize them as 'real'. Her head hurts to think it, but she has to acknowledge the possibility that it's all a dream ( Read more... )