Rorschach's Journal. July 22nd.

[shrt_temper]

Hrm.

Waking up to different surroundings is nothing new. Clothes, however. ... Different matter entirely. Room is minimalistic, though. Can't say I disapprove of that.

[there's a pause, and then he cracks his knuckles]

Everyone alright so far?

[and he'll go out on a patrol round, bringing his journal with him. feel free to see a very

Comments

[why_born]

These clothes BITE.

[shrt_temper]

Not literally. Just itch slightly.

[why_born]

I still don't like them.

[shrt_temper]

Don't have to like them. Better than -- [no, you know what, let's NOT suggest walking around naked to the kid]

[skullish]

[Well hey Rorschach, have a very short sorceress floating past in the hallways. Yes, floating -- she's about three feet off the ground, and looking a little uncomfortable in these clothes; she keeps fiddling with the sleeves]

[shrt_temper]

Hurm. [he'll just watch her for a minute before speaking up]

Normally castle takes abilities when it changes atmosphere.

[skullish]

[sdlkfjsdl didn't even notice he was there]

Oh ... [still floatin' there, though she lowers herself a bit so she's not so high up. This guy is short too!] I'm just lucky, I guess? Maybe?

[shrt_temper]

Possibly. [thinks] Or maybe they just haven't gone yet.

[jammin_with_ed]

[Eventually, he'll come across a girl with a pretty dress and bows in her red hair skipping down the hallway.]

1/3

[shrt_temper]

[walkity walk, doot de doo. nods to the kid. doot de doo.]

2/3

[shrt_temper]

[waaaaaaaaaaait a minute. WAS THAT--]

3/3

[shrt_temper]

[heel-turn]

Edward?!

[ultimaverum]

[Right abouts the twelfth floor, there's a Charlie leaning against the wall in a disgustingly well-made, double-breasted doublet, and a heavy, deep blue cloak. He's got a a bit of smooth, curved wood in his hands, and he appears to be trying to fix a bit of string to it... with minimal success]

[Muttering to himself... not paying any attention at all... sob]

[shrt_temper]

[ohai sexeh. brb. beating up mun. OK done now. but he WILL sort of ... pause and ... appreciate the outfit. wtf is with that? meh. you and your clothes-horsing last week rubbed off on him or something. ew. but then that bit of wood catches his attention]

Jack...? What are you doing?

[ultimaverum]

[That's called being ~attracted~ to your, frankly, gorgeous boyfriend. 8| Now come give us a kiss]

[...]

[But in the real world now, he jumps a little at that name... because no one calls by that name except... oh... there's a tiny monk there... ffff okay so he's gotta crack a smile at that]

Hello, Walter. Nice to see you looking so... medieval...

[shrt_temper]

[tilts his head, amused] Last overhaul of my closet must have been insufficient.

[he's just ... gonna stare at what you're doing until you explain]