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Check my course, will you?
...yeah, this is the standard "How's My Driving" post with the title modified in X-jockey tradition.
If you have a comment/critique/whatever about how I'm playing Wedge Antilles Plus Amnesia for edensphere / edensphere_log, this is the place to put it. -
Log Twenty-Six
[Dry page. If there's anything dripping off of it, it's resignation.]
Fred, or Kurayami, [there's part of an o, he started to ask for Handmaiden and... changed his mind] could I have a word?
Privately, if possible?
- Rogue Lea
[He, too, ended up in the Spring of Drowned Girl, and is... a little poleaxed by it, now that he's had time to take it in. ( Read more... ) -
Log Twenty-Five
I try to leave the bigger items for the younger Scavengers. You lot just have more energy to spend dragging them out into the elevator. I'm good at scrounging smaller things, if I can rank myself. Here's the noncommisioned stuff I've picked up in the last week.
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Log Twenty-Four
[The gloves are thick and cumbersome and Rogue's already-bad handwriting suffers from it.]Handmaiden, I know you're busy, but there's something I'd like to know. You said once that you've worn a costume that someone identified as Darth Vader ( Read more... ) -
Log Twenty-Three
[The writing is heavy and slower than usual. He already knows the answer, but he has to ask.]
When someone's journal doesn't work anymore, that means they're gone vanished dead [he hates using these euphemisms, but 'dead' is worse. Not Biggs. Force, no. Still readable.] not here anymore, right? -
Log Twenty-Two
I've been here for a little more than six months now. It feels like it's been longer.
I still
[He strikes the start of that thought out quickly, but doesn't bother making it unreadable.]
I found a helmet down in the Yard, in a rusty oven full of styrofoam pieces. I don't recognize it, but it's a fighter pilot's helmet. And one that's not in ( Read more... ) -
Log Twenty-One
Just a heads-up. The lift is taking myself, Maverick, [blank space that after a minute or so is filled in with Castor], and Black down to the fourth floor. [Black is slightly emphasized.] We'll probably be a while.
Four, if the griffin master or anyone else comes by, just tell them where I've gone.
- Rogue Leader [What, no inkblot? Well, yes ( Read more... ) -
Log Twenty
I can't help suspect that this place will change to somewhere a lot less pleasant while we're all here. Volcanoes-and-ash land or worse. Nothing we can do about that, but I think that no one should sleep alone. [Wait, that's going to be taken the wrong way.] I mean, no one should take a temporary home out of shouting distance from anyone else.
I ( Read more... ) -
Log Nineteen
What in the worlds is that noise? Sounds a little like catastrophic engine failure. Did something go wrong?
I think I - yeah, I definitely have a bad feeling about this.
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Log Eighteen
[Heavy NPC content ahoy! The writing is sort of shaky, uneven, and smudged - he is writing with his left hand, which he doesn't usually do. If you think that your charrie, or an NPC they work with who may have talked about it, had reason to be at the griffin stables, or who may have seen Rosa carrying him to Wellspring, you're welcome to comment ( Read more... )