001 | Dictated

[hellofist]

Uh... Is it- working?

[Okay, those are definitely the letters that make up the word uh but the rest of it is just jumbled up nonsense. Still, Cass is just going to trust this thing is writing down what she's saying.]

I'm- lost. I think. Castle is big. In book room. Um, library. [Come on Cass, use the right names for things.] Could use [help] information. Um... tips? Meeting in person... would be best.

[Nothing happens for a minute, but then Cass remembers the important part about introductions: You have to actually introduce yourself.]

I'm Cassandra. Cain.

[If anyone does go looking for her, they'll find Cass poking through the books and possibly looking at them like she's reading them, but once you're close enough it's clear... she's holding the book upside down. Oops.]

((ooc: Cass can't read, so any written replies might give her trouble. Feel free to find her in the library for in person meetings!)

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

Yep, still here.

Welcome to Paradisa. Good for you on not losing it completely. That's an important first step.

[hellofist]

Thank you. Who are you?

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm the Once-ler.

...Yeah it's a real name.

[hellofist]

Know someone... named Clayface. Once-ler... isn't that weird.

Can call me Cass.

[whichwayyoulean]

Wow. Well at least 'Once-ler' is a big step up from 'Clayface'. Hooo-boy, and I thought my mom had issues.

Nice to meetcha, Cass.

[hellofist]

Big step up. I like it.

You too. Have you- been here, for long?

[whichwayyoulean]

Coming up to my first year, next month. It's not as long as some people, but I'm not a gibbering wreck yet, so I think I'm doing well.

[hellofist]

Is there... prize, for that?

[Not going crazy kind of seems like a weird thing to be proud of, but a year in once place is definitely an achievement.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Nope, but you know what? There should be a prize. And a good one, something actually useful. Nothing tacky like a bad lamp.

[hellofist]

[He can't see it, but maybe he can hear the smile in her voice.]

Easy enough, to... wish for one. What would be... good prize, for you?

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm a fan of marshmallows.

Buuut no need to play the wishing game. I trust that about as far as I can throw it.

...You know, if wishing was a corporal thing that you could throw. And would also be very heavy.

[hellofist]

Who isn't?

[For real, who doesn't like marshmallows? That's got to be blasphemy.]

Do you think... they'd be heavy? The corporal wishes?

[whichwayyoulean]

Thank you. Not everyone gets that and honestly, what planet are they on? Marshmallows are great.

No no. I mean I couldn't throw them very far meaning I couldn't trust them all that...

Okay the metaphor got away from me a little bit there.