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[The journal opens this afternoon in a rush, a flurry of pages. Henry actually has to flip around to get to the first blank one.

The holidays have been good to him this year, and it's easy to hear it in his voice. Even with all the bad things, the people he's lost, he's been fighting hard to keep his chin up -- and for the past few days, it hasn't been that hard.]

Hey, everybody! I know Christmas is over now and everything, but that just means we're getting into the best part of Christmas.

Anybody who's not from Earth probably doesn't know this, because most of the time when people explain Christmas they skip over this part, so you're lucky I'm here. After-Christmas is my favorite part. Okay, here it is:

[He pauses, for dramatic effect.]

After-Christmas is just like Christmas, except you don't have to worry about Christmas anymore. Everybody has their presents, everybody gets cookies, and all you have to do is have fun.

Basically, I made sugar cookies and I've been practicing on my sled. Anybody wanna race?
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[ Emma ] )

[ Friends ] )

[For a while after that, there are just doodles on the page in pen. They're mostly innocuous, pictures of flowers and clouds and swirls, but there are a couple he puts more time into, like a dragon and a dog. They're not particularly good, but it's mostly just so he can think.

Abruptly, he speaks into the journal, his face close.]

Um, I know it's cold out right now, but I think Bandit wants to play. [It's a thinly veiled excuse, and it shows in his voice.] Does anyone want to come?

[Not being alone would be nice right now.]
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[He's visiting. For lunch, for his lessons, just because. His routine is so simple and easy and practiced at this point that he barely considers the possibility (inevitability) that it might be interrupted.

He's halfway into the rooms before he realizes something is off.

Bandit waits patiently for him at the threshold, still and alert like he almost never is. Henry stands there for a long moment with his hand on the doorknob, as if looking at the empty nameplate could will them back into the castle.

Fleetingly, painfully, he thinks it's good that they got to leave together, that neither of them had to be left here without family like he'd been.

He fumbles with his bag, and the journal opens to Bandit's soft whining.]


[There's a long pause where he doesn't trust his voice.]

Arya and Robb Stark went home. I... In case anybody didn't know.
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[All told, it's probably long past Henry's bedtime. Between friends leaving and bad memories, he hasn't had the best month, and it's making it difficult to sleep. Less a bad mood, necessarily (he's had worse months, and less reassuring conversations), but definitely a thoughtful one.

At the very least, he's being very quiet tonight, at first only drawing a line of tick marks across the top of the journal's page. At first it might seem like he's counting, but instead of drawing a diagonal slash when he gets to five, he continues on across the page.

He's humming, too, hushed enough to break slightly at the edges in classic prepubescent fashion, more rhythmic than musical.

There's the soft whining of a dog in the background.]

Bandit, come on, quit it. You're gonna mess me up.

[The tick marks stop, and Henry murmurs something even more hushed, which even the journal doesn't quite pick up.

There's a pause, and then he opts to write his question in scrawled, childish letters:]

Does anyone know how long it takes to make an apple pie?
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[Henry dictates to the journal this morning, his consonants slightly scrambled by the fact that he's a young boy given a credit card in a place with a truly extensive selection of candy stores.

Behind him, there's the beeps of what can only be arcade games, one of the few times he's actually gone to the arcade when he said he was going to.]

You know, while we were here I read something. [A pause while he chews.] It was a story, like the fairy tales we have at home, but from here instead. It was about a boy who liked to draw cats. Everyone told him he shouldn't, that he drew cats too much, and that he should stop to pay attention to other things. He tried, but he couldn't stop.

One day, the boy was in a temple and he drew a cat on one of the screen things. A huge cat, the biggest and best he'd ever drawn.

Then, in the middle of the night, there was a huge fight in the temple. When the boy came back, he found out that a huge monster rat had come to attack the temple, and that something had killed it before it could hurt anyone. And he found out that the drawing he'd made of his cat was facing the complete opposite direction than how he'd drawn it.

[Another pause, and more crunching.]

I'd never heard that story before. I don't think it's in my book. But, there's so many places, so many worlds.... I mean, if we can do this, then it's not that weird to think it might be true somewhere.
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[ Arya and Robb ] )

[In the wake of August's announcement (and his own evidence, plain as the nameplate by the door), Henry has kept to himself. He wants to talk, but not so much about how much he misses his mother. It's a strange position to be in.

Now, he does his best to sound upbeat, but it falls miles short of his usual pep and excitability. It has a slight rambling quality to it.]

You know, I always kind of thought that real dinosaurs would look kind of different from the pictures everybody always drew of them, but they weren't. Not really. My-- [he falters] I used to go to the museum, at home, and look at them. I kinda wish I'd gotten to see one of the bone-head ones. I forget what their name is.

I think I'll be okay with just looking at bones from now on, though.

It's, um. I mean, I still like them. Even after everything that happened. I'll still go to the museum, if I get back. [The 'if' came out before the 'when,' just on reflex. Henry swallows hard.] When, I mean. When I get back. Because everybody does eventually, right?
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[Henry's been riveted to all the information coming in from Terre Haute. He has friends there, people he needs safe.... He wanted so badly to go, but he remembers all the times he jumped in too early and had to be dug out of trouble. He's learning, now; he'll be able to ride and fight on his own soon. Until then, he can't drag people down. So he's been practicing on his own, going through basic motions to remind himself that he can make sure he goes, next time, if he works hard enough.

But reading all this....

He sits on his bed with his journal open in his lap. His tone is firm, for a ten year old.]

Will someone tell me about the Dead Zone? I know some, the basic stuff, but I always focused on the castle, I guess. The castle's magic. But...

[But now it all seems so much bigger than that.]

I just want to know more.
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[Today, Henry is on a mission. Specifically, a kitchen mission.

Never one to turn down a perfectly good pie, he's painstakingly collected pies from where they've been deposited around the castle, both traditional and kind of weird, and created a sampler for himself at the counter downstairs.

He opens the journal as he eats, and only sometimes talks with his mouth full.]

Hey, everybody. I'm trying an experiment, and I need your help.

The castle keeps turning wishes into pies, and I want to make the weirdest and most delicious pie I can think of. But I can only make one wish, so I wanna make sure it counts.

Suggestions? Ready, go.
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[ Lucrezia ] )

[ Bunnymund ] )

[That finished, he waits, drumming his fingers on the open journal and staring out the window at the snow.

He's getting antsy. When he speaks to the castle, it's all in a rush.]

So, does anybody know when spring happens here? Because it wouldn't happen for a few months back home, but I thought maybe here.... Seasons change fast, right? So is it coming soon?

Just wondering.

[Winter is great and all, but he's got plans that require less snow and more sunshine.]

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Jan. 2nd, 2013 08:22 pm
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[It's the second time he's woken up to an empty room, and somehow he's still surprised.

It figures. Just when things had been getting better, when he'd started feeling alright after having Emma taken away, when the castle had brought Snow back--

Well. It wasn't like his family had ever been whole before, anyway.]

Um. [A beat. He started talking too fast. Try again.] Um, the castle sent Prince Charming home. [amending:] James.

[Home to a curse, which isn't any better.

He's quiet for a while, looking at the other pages of the journal when he doesn't feel like doing anything else.]

I guess it's doing that thing again, isn't it. Where it sends a bunch of people home at once.

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Dec. 21st, 2012 08:45 pm
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[There's some commotion in the lobby today. Namely, a small child seems has recruited a handful of penguins to teach him proper tobogganing form.

Henry isn't quite so far gone as to slide on his belly, too, but he is sliding around as much as the traction on his boots will allow.

The journal picks up squawking penguins and a peal of laughter from Henry.]

Hey! That was a good one.

((Open for kisses, planned or unplanned, so long as they are chaste kidlet kisses. Or open for anything else!))

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Nov. 29th, 2012 01:16 am
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[ Lucrezia ] )

[ Gramps ] )

[ Friends ] )

[ Arya ] )

[ Anyone Who Can Cook Sort of Well ] )

[ Cesare ] )

((If you think you might count for filters, you do! Go for it!))

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Nov. 12th, 2012 01:13 pm
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Okay, so, don't take this the wrong way or anything. I like having a break as much as the next kid.

[A pause, for emphasis. That's really important. He's in no rush to go back to school.]

But what are you supposed to do all the time when summer's over and it's not Christmas yet? This place is magic, there has to be something I haven't tried yet, even if I can't wish for things anymore.

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Oct. 23rd, 2012 10:40 pm
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[It's been a rough month or so for Henry. But today he sounds determined.]

Hey, everybody.

I know this month has been-- [horrifying, terrifying] --bad. Really bad. I've only been here a few months, so the castle's never done anything like this since I've been here, but.... I know it has before, and I know it probably will again. It's using its magic for evil, but not all magic has to be used that way.

What I'm saying is, we can make it better. Show the castle that it's not going to beat us with stuff like this.

[That's his speech. He's not as good at it as some of the heroes in his book of stories, but he thinks it's about time he start practicing.

What do people need when they're upset? Distractions, distractions are nice. There's a pause, and then, gentler:]

Halloween is soon, we should do something fun for it.

If you don't have Halloween in your world, don't worry about it. The only important things you need to know are that you get candy and that it's awesome.

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Sep. 25th, 2012 07:24 pm
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[September hasn't been kind to Henry. First Snow, sent back home just to be cursed, and now he wakes up to find their (his, now) room is completely, terribly empty.

Alone. Again.

It's a long while later, but when he speaks into the journal, his voice is composed (if very, very small).]

The castle sent my mom home. Emma Swan. [a pause] I just, I dunno. I thought you guys should know.

[He knows he should be happy, that this means Emma can go back and break the curse like everyone at home needs her to. But he started out in Paradisa with his family whole and intact, and now....

And now he's just right back where he started.

He drags his sleeve at the corners of his eyes, and writes in a filter.]

[ Prince Charming ] )

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Aug. 30th, 2012 10:55 pm
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I guess a lot of people have been leaving lately, huh?

[It's kind of an obvious observation. People have been filing in and out since he got here, but this is the first time it's hit someone he knew, someone from his own world. He hasn't talked to Belle in ages, and now he's realized it's because her nameplate is gone.

He's not quite sure how he feels about that, yet.]

How does the castle pick? Who goes and who stays. Does anybody even have an idea? It can't just be random.


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Aug. 13th, 2012 09:01 pm
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[Afternoon, Paradisa! There is the voice of a kid coming over your journal's today, with the air of a Very Official and Important PSA.]

Hey, everybody! If you don't know me already, my name's Henry. If you do... well, hi!

Anyway, I was thinking. And I remembered that there are a lot of people here who don't know what s'mores are. [A pause for all you Earth people to be appropriately horrified.] There's a lot of stuff that needs to be shared between all the worlds, and that's definitely one of them, so I figured... I could do it!

Normally you're supposed to make them over a bonfire or something, but, uh I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to do that so you can make them in the microwave, too! I've done it lots of times.

So, I'm going to teach you guys how to do it, if anybody wants to. It's really easy, and really good. You should definitely try it.


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Jul. 29th, 2012 04:58 pm
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[ Everyone He Met During the Last Week ] )

[A while later, Henry can be found sitting on a bench in the castle gardens, with a tall stack of books sitting beside him. If you look closely, it'd be easy to tell that they're all books about various tales and legends from different worlds. Maybe yours! Occasionally he'll flip back and forth through pages, or trade out books from the middle of the stack, like he's looking for something specific.


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Jun. 29th, 2012 05:58 pm
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[Guess who's a pro at this journal thing by now? That's right, Henry is. Magic 1 "Real World" 0.]

Sooo... is that normal? The changing worlds thing. Because it didn't seem like you guys were that surprised by it, but I always thought it was a big deal to go between worlds like that.

I mean, I didn't mind. Summer camp is great! I wish I got to go more often.

[And by "more often" he means "ever."

There's a pause, then hurriedly, like he forgot:]

Oh, yeah! And is there a lost and found somewhere? I'm looking for something.


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