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[littlesoul]

[She's perched on the highest spot she can find in the lobby, her journal clutched against her chest. This isn't anything like she's used to, nothing feels familiar. Her heart is beating hard in her chest and her hands want to start shaking.

Her mind is racing, filled with the thoughts of so many people around her. The night before, she had achieved some kind of calm, she remembered that, but now, with this new, strange turn of events, she's falling again, lost amidst the sea of thoughts around her.

She scribbles in her journal at a feverish pace, the words small and pushed together as she tries to hold back panic.]

Lost.

Lost, lost, lost, lost.

Fell into the black and landed here. Fell and fell and fell until I hit the ground. I can't remember how to get back, too lost to see clearly.

Can someone pick her up again? Can someone put her back where she belongs?

Too loud.

Can't go high enough, can't find a way out, can't find anything that I want.

Ship, she needs a ship again. She needs the sky.

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[littlesoul]

She considers the question for a long moment, uncertain of how she wants to answer.

She tries to feel him out, curious if she can track his mind amidst the loudness of the castle itself. Only glimpses come to her, flashes that make it hard to tell whether it's really him or not and she can't focus in enough to get more details

She knows enough though, enough that she next words are probably pushing her luck]

It's a challenge.

[jimfromit]

Oh I like those.

But not just yet honey. I've only recently peaked out from my box to ruffle a few feathers.

I'm rather like the good silverware....I only come out for special occasions.

[littlesoul]

Boring.

But you're anything but.

...Selective.

[jimfromit]

Correct :-)

Others would call me picky...but boo to them.

[littlesoul]

Just don't want to be bored, don't want to waste your time with the mundane.

[jimfromit]

I see your gift still works...that's a relief.

[littlesoul]

It doesn't stop, never stops. Everything is always there, waiting at the edges.

[jimfromit]

Lots of things are like that dear.

[Like his constant boredom...or his madness.]

[littlesoul]

I know.

]She's aware of both, can sense them scratching at the corners but it doesn't scare her. It's...interesting in it's own way. Unnerving maybe, but interesting]

Find e when you want to come out of the box. We can play a game.

[jimfromit]

[Oh he’s tempted...so very tempted.

He feels giddy at somebody he actually likes mentioning games but it doesn't show in his words.]

You'll be the first person I call...scouts honour.

I'll even bring tea. :-)

[littlesoul]

Promises, promises.

I'll hold you to it.

[jimfromit]

Yippee :-)