7th Memory ~ [Written/Dictated]

[deltacain]

[There's a tapping on the journal, some ink-spots showing. Pure ink, not a ball-point or otherwise, before the following is etched into the journal.]

家眷

[Then there's a long pause, before a voice comes out.]

How many of you left families at home? There's got to be more than... More than none.

[Thinking about Marie and Jamie was a bit too painful at the moment.]

And how many are actually... First time parents for this week? I know this might be a bit late, but... I can probably help out.

Bedtime stories, if nothing else.

((OOC: Also, open to anyone in the library. He'll be in the Chinese Fiction section.))

Comments

[luxe_can_kill]

I am one of these first time "parents"... Fortunately, my "daughter" is well behaved, so I haven't encountered problems in taking care of her. However keeping up with such an energetic child is quite draining.

[deltacain]

Yeah. I can understand.

[He's sure he will, when Jamie grows up...]

It's good to hear you're coping.

[Action]

[not_nikkiheat]

[Kate's been laying low for a while, tending her wounds, both physical and emotional. But when she sees David's entry, she decides it's time to face the music. And one of the men who tried to kill her on that godforsaken ship.

She makes an educated guess and heads for the library, and makes a point to shuffle a bit to alert him to her approach. She shrugs her shoulder, adjusting the strap on her sling before she speaks.]

My dad's back home, and my team.

[Action]

[deltacain]

[A slight smile. Well, he couldn't expect to stay hidden for too long. Maybe he made it a bit easier to track him down.]

It doesn't get easier, does it?

[Action]

[not_nikkiheat]

[She takes a seat near him and makes herself comfortable before she shakes her head with a sad smile.]

It hasn't gotten easier for me. My boyfriend's got a daughter and a mother back home. I can tell when he's thinking of them.

[Action]

[deltacain]

Glad to see I'm not the only one.

[That's mumbled, as he taps a calligraphy pen on a peice of paper. the table he's sat at is littered with chinese script, books, and other paraphinalia. He really throws himself into stuff.]

[unvarnished]

That's Chinese, isn't it?

[deltacain]

Yeah. Traditional.

[unvarnished]

I know. You spend time in China?

[deltacain]

[A slight smile.]

Yeah. I did. I... Teach Oriental Studies back home.

[His recent trip? He may not want to go back for a while]

[unvarnished]

I'm just a writer, but I spent some time in that area. I find different languages fascinating.

[deltacain]

So do I. I made sure to learn as many as I could.

[unvarnished]

Same. I had a little trouble with that text-speak, though. If you can count that as a language.

[deltacain]

...With what now?

[unvarnished]

Text-speak. You know, like "ROTFL" is supposed to mean "roll on the floor laughing". At least, that's what she said when I asked her...

[deltacain]

I have no idea what that is.

[He's from the 80's, after all.]

...Do I want to know?

[luxe_can_kill]

Did the castle drag you into this as well?

[deltacain]

No. It didn't. Not this time.

[He doesn't know what he'd do if it did.]

[unvarnished]

[August is a child of the 80s, and Storybrooke was stuck there for nearly thirty years. He can sympathize with this]

You probably don't.

[deltacain]

Right. I'll add it to the bottom of the list of things I need to catch up on.

Lucky it's a pretty big list.

[unvarnished]

What year are you from? [he can read between the lines]

Action]

[not_nikkiheat]

Believe me, you're not the only one.

[Kate looks over the papers on the table, curious.]

What are you working on?

[deltacain]

[He taps the pen a few more times]

Just keeping my skills sharp. Calligraphy might be needed at some point. I'm making copies of manuscripts.

[deltacain]

1985. Last I checked.

[unvarnished]

So that's only two years from... hm. I was only nine at the time, but I remember that year pretty well.