My brain feels like it's been stomped on.

Much as I miss home, sometimes I'm glad I'm not there. At least here, one tends to be more capable of knowing when the next prank will come.

[It's a library. Just... far bigger than the one in the mansion. You are armed with an oil lamp. Not far away, you will see a desk with four lamps positioned on it. A half-dressed Patchy (Why half-dressed? It might make you more keen on approaching!) has already gotten comfortable and now sits at the desk, straining to read a book on it under the ( Read more... )

I-I'm scared here... um, h-hey! I-if you're from the other side of the mirror, please, I... Please help me? This library... the books are all so worn from use, it's not right, it's not right!

P-please, I-I want to know who's here. I don't feel so safe...

(OOC: Patchy's normal self is over on the normal size, but she's trying to pretend she's her ( Read more... )

I don't remember being in a family, but I don't really remember being very included with this one, so... I guess that's okay. Rare are these events that have yet to harm me extensively.

I assume it'll be the last, though.

[The camera appears to be just... looking at various parts of the modified mansion, but it's incredibly wobbly. After about a minute of this, it comes to rest. Patchouli soon comes into view. She appears to have an over-large pair of wings modeled after those of a (female) monarch butterfly. She also wears a dress with a similar pattern ( Read more... )

Okay. My head hurts... a lot... after that.

Can anyone here help me find a way to make the part of the library I usually sleep just a little more difficult to get into? I'd rather keep my interaction to a minimum for a while. By which, I mean even more of a minimum than last time.

[Patchouli is seen sitting in a corner in the library.]

I think that's enough of that for one day. Now, for some notes. I think I know what this is like, but I don't know why this was chosen. Of all the things for the mansion to choose, this doesn't make any sense at all!

Well, it's about time we had some nice weather, isn't it? I just might go outside.

Could you -- and you know who you are -- watch the library while I'm out, if I do?

Sigh...

Note to self: stereotypical aliens are very good at picking locks and have a penchant for causing others to dye their own hair strange colors against their will. My hair is now blue.

This won't come out any time soon, will it...

I'm still not sure it's a good idea to come out of the library anymore.

Of course, eventually, that, too, will prove poor judgment, I'm sure.