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[gravedigs]

[ Isaac spent literally the entire day sleeping off a bout of wolfsbane poisoning that he isn't actually aware of, and he's still kinda out of it as a result, so he'll freak out way harder about the mysterious new locale later. Right now he's starving, so he smells his way down to where all the food is and pokes around the kitchen lethargically in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy and feet bare, looking for snacks. He's the very picture of dignity; someone come say hi and he'll reach stuff on the tall shelves for you! ]


[ Apparently, Isaac eventually gets his hands on some food, because you can hear the crunching of something loud like chips over the open page. He's even marginally more aware now! ]

Okay, so I'm going to feel really stupid if this doesn't actually work, but hello? Anyone?

... I should have brought a pen. And some sanity.

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[gravedigs]

Yeah, sure, cool. [ Isaac fairly wolfs down his sandwich after that, but he makes a hold on gesture as he skids over to the pantry again and ducks his head into it so he can pull out the can of chips he saw in it earlier. Emergency to-go rations. ] Ready. ... I guess that means there's no tell-all brochure available?

[peacockherald]

Ah, I think at one time we had welcome packages, but I am not sure anymore. I was never really part of the people who put that sort of thing together.

_{[ He put some bread, cheese, and cold meat into the sack too and then slung it over his shoulder, motioning for Isaac to follow him as he headed out of the kitchen and towards the front doors. His ultimate destination was the stables, but he half thought Yfandes would meet them before that, since he knew she knew he was bringing her a treat... ]}

Well, we can start with the journals. As you might have figured out, they're a communication device, either via our voices or writing. It records any and all transcripts passed through it, so if you are bored on a rainy day... And don't worry about losing it. The castle simple won't allow that. Somehow, it will always be with you. I wish I could examine that bit of mage craft, but it's as much an enigma as the castle itself.

[gravedigs]

What, so they're paperback cellphones? [ It sounds so absurd he sorta has to try it out, now. ] So does the castle like... have a mind of its own or what?

[peacockherald]

Cellphones... ah, you might need to explain to me what those are. We don't have them in my world.

_{[ He gave him an apologetic smile, pushing through the front doors and outside. ]}

And that is a thing up for debate, but the general belief is yes, it does, and a fair bit of magic to to boot. Though, it has never given us an idea of why it might want us here, but theories abound of course.