Nov. 19th, Entry one.

[unevoked]

[The handwriting is thin, plain chicken scratch, carelessly written, with the occasional jump, as though twitching. Yep, same as ever.]

Hey, magic diary:

Where do I get a coat? S'cold out here.

Comments

[inthecenterfold]

Your writing looks familiar - not many people have writing as bad as mine.

[inthecenterfold]

Didn't know you were a drinker or we might've gotten off to a better start. And yeah it was a fire. Gonna get a bunch of people together tonight to kick it off. If I'm lucky, it'll be less than 2 weeks now.

[unevoked]

Don't know if I'm a drinker either. No harm'n finding out.

Cool. Where was it?

[inthecenterfold]

On the Marketplace Bazaar Island. It's one of the biggest buildings there, so can't be that hard to spot.
 ----v

[unevoked]

Alright. I'll come check it out sometime.

[inthecenterfold]

Cool - what kinda' guy am I looking for, Castor?

[unevoked]

Me? Brown hair. And [A pause.]

That dog drew me near the end o' the journal.

[inthecenterfold]

... Oh huh. Well alright then!

I've got red hair.

[unevoked]

Ain't really studied a mirror since getting here.

Right. I'll look out for that.

[inthecenterfold]

Aha sorry dude, was just amused at the picture.

See you whenever.

[unevoked]

...Pretty good for somethin' a dog drew.

Right.