❄ first snow

[snowstorms]

[Despite waking up in a weird room, Jack isn't one to spend a lot of time indoors. He explores the outside of the castle instead, one hand on the journal, the other wrapped firmly around his staff. He is easy enough to see: a pale, lanky boy sliding along banisters, drawing frost ferns on the windowpanes, and even surfing down the roof on a ramp of ice.]

Pretty interesting read, I gotta say. [A cold wind ruffles the pages of the journal as he goes.] And magical too, if the transcription means anything.

Hey, magic book! Can you answer a couple questions? Like, ah, which way is home? I think I got turned around somewhere, even though that... doesn't usually happen.

Another thing. Didn't we already have Easter? [The cheer in his voice starts to fade.] Whoever wrote down the date in here is... more than a month off.

That's... weird.

[ooc: Feel free to catch him flying around like a lunatic or over the journal, just specify which!]

Comments

[dictated]

[snowstorms]

[His grip tightens invisibly on his staff. He has things to do.]

Then who can?

[dictated]

[antimafia]

Supposedly only the castle has that power. Of course, you don't have to believe that - you can search for it yourself if you want.

[dictated]

[snowstorms]

I've heard weirder things.

I think I know where to start now, though. Thanks.

[dictated]

[antimafia]

Mm. Good luck. Let me know how it turns out.

[dictated]

[snowstorms]

Yeah. I will.