[Private--Easy to hack;]
They all find their way here, or their echoes; they cannot come, themselves. Are they less real than I am, then? Less than He is, certainly; the only one I can trust, the unknown whose name is written everywhere I look. There are lines drawn between all whorls... I think I dreamed that once; three graceful points, and I ( Read more... )

[OPEN DREAM ACTION]A woman's face is visible, shrouded by verdant leaves. Her skin is dark and woodgrained, her eyes sightless and slanted at the edges, and she holds a mirror in one hand. There is a mirror at her feet as well, rippling faintly-- a pool of water ringed with red stones on which you stand, and in it two figures are reflected. ( Read more... )

It never seemed strange to me that the time we spend here, the weeks or months or years, do not last even a moment in our own whorl. There is a time outside of time, something I have seen, once, by the grace of the Outsider... and this is much the same. Believing that time may move in two whorls, at two rates, strains credibility a bit more. I ( Read more... )

One of the first curses I experienced was much like this-- not beer, but milkshakes. Several flavors of them, coming through all the faucets. I imagine this has the potential to be much more destructive, should people overindulge; the worst results of that one, as I recall, were some unfortunately sticky individuals and a few stomach aches the ( Read more... )

They say in Trivigaunte, the women fight like guardsmen...This is a new curse for me. It's... awkward. A little embarrassing, though certainly far from the worst this City has to offer ( Read more... )

In my whorl, today would certainly belong to Comely Kypris; though her tendency towards mischief pales in comparison to the City's. I'm unaffected, thank whatever gods might be listening; I hope no one regrets their words too much on the morrow ( Read more... )

Ah-- I must apologize for yesterday; the City seems to have favored me with a repeat of a rather embarrassing curse. I'm sorry if I offended anyone ( Read more... )

Ah, Sphigx' shit.

Right, which of you shaggy culls nicked my needler? Tried to solve my place and twigged it was some gaud?

Bring it back or you're cold, an' yer knot.

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These dark glasses are not mine. I know lost my reading glasses, though I can't remember how, or where. I know the garments in my closet are not mine, either, though for the moment the knowledge of what should be there escapes me. I see, reading through the Network this afternoon, that many people have found themselves in this condition-- ( Read more... )

I dreamed of the graves and the deadcoach; Orpine's rest disturbed yet again by the fantasies of my own. We rode into it, Hyacinth and I side by side. She drove the deadcoach, wrapping the slick, black leather reins around her hands like serpents, while I watched the city. We passed through throngs of people calling my name, their faces upturned ( Read more... )