Nov. 24th, 2013

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I noticed maps in the history of the journal, and I've been trying to follow some as I learn my way around but they seem to be a bit...incongruous. Does Paradisa have a habit of changing it's own geography?

Are there other things to be aware of to avoid this place being more hazardous than it already is?

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Nov. 24th, 2013 02:36 pm
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  It is almost hard to believe that it will be Christmas soon again.

I've been thinking it might be nice to get a caroling group together.  Anyone interested?
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mansion residents )

Thanksgiving is...this week.

[ . . . ]

I suppose...with so many people suddenly here already, it wouldn't hurt to invite more for...one day. There are supposed to be...a lot of people, if there can't be family.

[ Another long pause. Joshua speaks as if in a daze, like he either just woke up or someone just hit him in the head with a frying pan you never know. But it isn't a raspy voice, just dreamy. ]

Yeah, I suppose. Just...bring something with you, like...food.

[ Directions are here to the mansion that's about a twenty minute walk away from the city. Although if you show up before Thanksgiving you'll just be received by a confused apostle. ]
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[Bruce has been here for a few months, but hasn't really made any close friends, though that's hardly unusual for him. Still, Christmas is coming up and, well, it's as good a reason as any to try and socialize more.]

What are the usual traditions around here for Christmas and Thanksgiving? Are there communal dinners? I can't imagine the castle supporting something so...positive, but it does like twisting things.
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 [ At one point in time, very long ago, Remus had been innocent. Just another face in the crowd ambling through life, still unaware yet hopeful of whatever life might throw at him along the way. He'd had dreams of attending Hogwarts, of working in the Ministry like his father and living in a quaint little cottage out in the countryside with a family of his own. It was simply too bad that he'd learned at the very tender age of three, that one simple, but terrifying instant could take all of those innocent dreams away. Remus had been forced to grow up too quickly and while he had accepted that fact, he had been unwilling to accept that his friends wouldn't remain unaffected. He'd hoped they'd come out of this war, safe ... alive.

Tears stain the pages of the journal, smudging the shaking lines of Remus' trademark cursive as he scrawls a note onto the page. He's trying to hold back his sobs in quiet little hitches of breath, a soft whimper in the back of his throat. Remus has always been the sensitive member of the marauders, but he hardly ever cries. After what he's just been through, the nightmare he's just woken up from, he's finding it rather difficult to keep his composure.
]

You know ... at one point I had hoped that the war back home would end quickly. That the rest of us would go about our lives and we'd be safe and we'd be together again. No more disappearances, no more deaths. But that's not how war works. You can hope and wish all you want, but things are never going to turn out the way you want it to. War will take everything from you, one way or another, and all you can do is try to survive.
Harry... Harry, I am so sorry. I am so, so very sorry that I could do nothing. I am so sorry ...

[ An audible sigh and a whimper can be heard over the journal as he covers his face with his hands, not at all caring if anybody finds him sitting against the wall in the lobby, head in his hands and looking a tad more worse for wear than he did a few weeks back. His hair has flecks of grey within his natural tawny brown, evidence of the heavy amounts of stress he'd been put under in the past year and a half he'd spent back home. ]

eighth.

Nov. 24th, 2013 11:19 pm
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[Connor has some important questions to ask, so while he is poking around the kitchen, he opens his journal to ask them. As usual, his tone is somewhat polite and softspoken.]

I think I now have some idea of what Halloween is, thanks to explanations given by several people. It is strange to me that there would be a festival without taking the time to give thanks to your gods, but I know there is also a festival soon that is for this purpose. Why is there only a singular festival devoted to giving thanks? And for those of you who do not follow this tradition of the upcoming 'Thanksgiving,' how many festivals of giving thanks do you have?

Also, I have heard Christmas mentioned. I am aware of what this is, but I am afraid I do not know any of the traditions associated with it. [Which is his roundabout way of asking for people to explain it.

There's a short pause, and the sound of plastic crinkling. He is looking at snacks.]


Additionally... I now have two extra war clubs, as I cannot seem to locate either of the young women who expressed interest in them. I do not claim to be an expert in their construction, but anyone is welcome to them.

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