Nov. 19th, Entry one.

[unevoked]

[The handwriting is thin, plain chicken scratch, carelessly written, with the occasional jump, as though twitching. Yep, same as ever.]

Hey, magic diary:

Where do I get a coat? S'cold out here.

Comments

[inthecenterfold]

Your writing looks familiar - not many people have writing as bad as mine.

THAT ICON. IT IS AMAZING.

[unevoked]

Gee thanks. And here I thought we all forgot shit.

IT IS AMONG MY NEW FAVORITES THAT I UPLOADED

[inthecenterfold]

Just because you forget shit when you arrive doesn't mean you turn into an old man and don't remember anything from day to day.

I THINK IT MAY BE THE BEST ICON EVER.

[unevoked]

Well fuck me.

1/...4?

[inthecenterfold]

No thanks.

2/4

[inthecenterfold]

Geez why-

3/4

[inthecenterfold]

...

4/4

[inthecenterfold]

Heh, now I remember. You're Castor, aren't you?

1/2?

[unevoked]

Uh.

[unevoked]

...Guess maybe some've us do forget shit day by day.

I know you?

[inthecenterfold]

You haven't changed a bit.

You probably don't, but I know you. That's how messed up this place is. You were here before, but I guess you don't remember it. Expect other people to remember you too.

[unevoked]

Damn it.

Then who're you?

[inthecenterfold]

The name's Smoke. I run the tavern/bar here.

[unevoked]

It ain't one or the other?

[inthecenterfold]

Well it's kinda burned up right now and I'm rebuilding it, so I'm thinking about which direction to take it. Guess it wasn't much more than a bar before.

Plus there are some folks around here that don't know what a bar is, but know what a tavern is, so the word means more to them I guess.

[unevoked]

Guy I met yesterday mentioned that- fire, right?

Least there'll be a place to drink 'round here.