[Body is written, the text a little messier than usual with the little scrawlings all over the margins and a few of the words crossed out.]

A few weeks of solitary stationary existence experimenting with extravagance and overindulgence can only be stood for so long before a body starts to go utterly stark raving mad.  And not a Camp Kola in sight to ( Read more... )

[The hand writing is a little messy, with squiggles and little things written or doodled in the side margins.]

Dear Booga, Stevie, Jet Girl, Sub Girl, your mom

Have found myself in a drafty castle somewhere damp and generally not Austrailia. Not sure where the tank is. If you can read this, bring following to room [number]:
1 pair of trousers (not ( Read more... )

Bored, bored bored~

Say, insect [And, by insect, he means Ganymede.], let's play a game. I'll even give you a head-start.

What do you say? [He laughs coldly.]

As for the rest of you, I have to say you are interesting for humans. I thought all humans were pretty much useless. Some of you have proven me wrong.

[Say hello to Apollo's ( Read more... )

[After a thoroughly unhelpful Q&A session with Delirium, Strange has decided to travel around the castle. He thinks that it is the capital of the faerie kingdom of Lost-paradise, so the whole swamp thing has him a bit confused. He was also attacked recently by an alligator, which has set him... on edge.] I cannot say I approve of the interior ( Read more... )

[There's a new room in Cair Paradisa! ...and at the moment it looks like a cell. Needless to say, the interior design is not going to win any awards. Another thing that won't win any awards is the expression of the disgruntled magician who is now peering out of the cell's open door.]Not that I'm opposed to the change, but isn't the point of cells ( Read more... )

Is there a point to me being here? [Apollo leans his cheek against his hand, looking extraordinarily bored.] Why can't I move between the worlds anymore? [He straightens out his legs before shifting his emerald green gaze to the sky.] Zeus, did you put me here? [He pauses.] No, that isn't right. I should say - "It was Zeus's Will that I ( Read more... )

[Written:]

Two months. Two... Almost, but not quite.

Is this that whirlpool in the turmoil, drawing and drowning and...

Dead when it spits you out.

... I don't know. Here, and that other place. Maybe there wasn't supposed to be a difference.

[it never took Monica long to find the person she's taken an interest in... stalking, so to speak, and it certainly remained the case this night. after all, the mark didn't exactly live in the most subtle of locales.

at this moment in time, she will fade through the walls, glaring down at the person she had oh-so carefully tailed.]

Well, aren't ( Read more... )

[It didn't take long for Monica to zone in on the church. After all, where else would a lady saint seek refuge in some strange, foreign place that continued to warrant questions, ones that could only be answered so far by the journal that had so magically appeared at her side? There was no Vatican influence here, she presumed, so what better place ( Read more... )

[the voice picked up by the journal is quiet, drone-like--sleepy:]

Where... [The first thing Machi notices is how there's a distinct sense of "nothing" where before she slept in the sea of waste that was her apartment. This isn't right.]

This place. It's a dream? I- couldn't have...

'Irresponsible' - she'd say. She'd call to say, and I'd know. ( Read more... )