Didi hadn't paid much attention when she was assigned an office, but she was relieved to have one now. For one thing, it was a place where Time could get wrapped up in one of hi projects -- in this case, arranging her books in chronological order -- without making her incipient headache too much worse. (She loved her father. She loved everybody. It ( Read more... )

Didi was all set up for movie night, with The Punk Singer queued up on Netflix and a bowl of seasoned popcorn on the table because she liked it. Since she'd moved in, the apartment's living area had been slowly Didi-fied, with a few bright, whimsical prints on the walls and a throw rug patterned with goldfish in front of the couch ( Read more... )

Hey all!

So Death is back (and will be working at Caritas). I think most of you either know the canon, remember her from her last go-round on the island five years ago, or both, so here are the essentials. There's a bit of a deeper dive in her original info post from way back when, though parts of that are specific to the human form called Didi as ( Read more... )

"Hey, it's me. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Have a fantastic day!"

[In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the person who created the fictional ( Read more... )

Death was waiting.

Death was often waiting. She'd waited for Didi's year to be up, and it was. She'd waited to do her job on the island -- and now she had done that, too.

And now there was just one thing left to do, one final goodbye to say. She had a feeling she wouldn't be waiting too long.

For now, there were ducks to feed.

( This is our last goodbye... )

The weird feeling that had been in Didi's stomach all day hadn't gone away after she left a note for Jono. If anything, it had gotten worse -- a consequence, she supposed, of talking about it so damned much. Needing to get away on her own, she went down to the beach ( Read more... )

Didi was a little confused when she got back to her cabin. She'd gone looking for Jono, but he hadn't been in any of his usual places, and the island just felt ... wrong. Weirdly empty, and what life there was felt frightening in a way that itched at the back of her head ( Read more... )

After Raven left, Didi wasn't quite sure what to do. She sidled over to Jono and took both of his hands in hers, resisting the urge to rub them up and down his stomach. It'd be just a tad forward (and, somehow, that felt like a problem?).

"You should eat," she said, half-teasing. "Right? That's what Raven said."

( ... Honestly, now. When had Didi ever known Jono to protest to her being forward? )

So Jono still didn't know what Didi had in mind for his birthday.

.... possibly because she had managed to wring every drop of innuendo out of her request they "take a walk back to the dorms for something special."

Honestly. Boys.

She laughed a little to herself as she gripped his hand tighter.

[OOC: For two, please.]

It was not unusual for Didi to go months or even years without seeing her younger brother. They'd passed centuries without much more than the exchange of pleasantries, millennia on no more than an afternoon together. That was, simply, how it was for the Endless ( Read more... )