[One thing can be said for what Martel has become in the last year and a half: In many ways, she's still far from mortal. And as she had twice before, she sensed the impending departure before the Malnosso could reach her. She didn't know quite what it was, but at this point, she kind of got the feeling that this was the end ( Read more... )

[This is after the as-of-yet unwritten thread between her and Yuan and maybe Cooro on the log. At the end of which, the powerlines (which were also affected by the earthquake) caught their semi-wrecked house on fire. |D ( Read more... )

Our first experiment in who knows how many months, and it's utterly ridiculous.

For anyone who might need him, Yuan will be out for a few days. He took his journal with him, though, so I'm sure you could probably reach him at some point, but you're free to leave a message with me.

[ Sometime this evening, the distinct smell of burnt baking wafts out the kitchen windows of house 8 (which is wide open to vent, because good lord do blackened cupcakes smell). Martel's emerging from the house with a tray of gross black objects, looking slightly dejected but somehow determined ( Read more... )

[For the first time in a while, Martel can be found sitting in one of the grassy areas of Luceti, eyes closed, playing her panpipes ( Read more... )

[Her voice is sharp, with more authority than you could probably expect to come from the normally amiable Martel.]

I don't care how strong you think you are, don't try to fight these things. The Welcome Center is open, we have food and a place to stay. On top of that, I can heal any wounds they give you. Come, take shelter. Please.

[A beat, and a ( Read more... )

[She was returned, and she kinda sat there for a minute upon waking up, disoriented and with no real memory of what happened... So she figured, she should probably be at the Center! That's where she usually is, that time of day... Right? Right. So she headed over there, and from the front room of the Center, she puts out this voice entry:]If I can ( Read more... )

[No dramatic exit. Her journal is untouched. But in the morning she just... isn't there. Mallynapped. Sorry, guys.]

Cooro... Can I speak with you a moment?

[Later in the day:]

If anyone needs us, Cooro and I will be living in House Eight from now on.

(Didn't I say I'd put out a call for volunteers this time? ...No, now wouldn't be the best time. With this strange experiment afoot... Next time, for certain.

Oh, this is probably recording, isn't it? This is ( Read more... )