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[fredless]

[Someone's standing on her bed again, navigating a mattress and piled blankets to chose a book from the shelf that lines the length of her ceiling.

...then suddenly the book is chosen for her. And it isn't string theory.

Fred scrambles back down to sit on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing over the pages of a journal. Page after page after page. Every last one of them blank. Something presses against her, from the inside out. She moves to the window, briefly glancing outside of it. Everything seems just the same, but she can't seem to fully push back memories of Libet and the auditorium at the heart of it]

Is everybody alright?

[The words seems impossibly dark and large against the blank expanse of the page]

Is everybody...there?

Comments

Fred

[likethetragedy]

Did the journal just happen to fly into your hand by any chance?

Elektra

[fredless]

Pretty darn close.

[She's ridiculously relieved to hear from you Elektra]

Is yours blank?

Fred

[likethetragedy]

Looks that way. [She sounds annoyed. It's both genuine and a cover. She was worried something big was happening.]

Of all the pointless things for this place to do...

Elektra

[fredless]

I just...[There's a ramble there, somewhere. What if something happens and they forget? There's very little actually written about the castle in the library. Is this its way of absorbing its history? Assuring itself nothing gets left behind?

Finally --]

I just can't like it.

[kungfuwitch]

Yeah... though I'm probably just about as confused as you sound.

[fredless]

But everything else seems alright, besides the journal?

[That not it, in itself, is exactly a small thing]

[kungfuwitch]

Yeah. Nothing else's changed. Just the journal... that suddenly appeared in my hand. I was worried that I'd gained evil powers again, I'm honestly glad that it's not just me.

[fredless]

It's definitely not just you.

[It's a distracting thought]

Evil powers?

private

[interpersonally]

Why wouldn't we be? Are you?

private

[fredless]

Well I'm not exactly keen on finding three years of my life wiped away. It makes a person wonder what else could be missing...

[She's found her other journal by now. But the initial shock still lingers]

private

[interpersonally]

The journal.

[ Okay. He's assessed. Now... ]

You got a blank one, too?

Written

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Well, one of the pages is now not blank. Some words are scribbling themselves over it.]

'It seems there's no damage to people in general, just the journals are oddly blank.'

Written

[fredless]

Things are just rarely ever that simple, here. But as long as my memories don't go fading with those pages....well. The rest is manageable.

Written

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'I'll be just as surprised as everyone else if there's not something attached to this.'

[heloise]

Tabula rasa, like being reborn.

I have been stalking your girl with love...

[fredless]

I don't know if I'd go that far. More like the castle is up to its usual tricks.

awwh! The Angel/Buffy crew here is A-awesome!

[heloise]

Perhaps, the castle is not as malevolent as we believe.

[spongetastic]

I'm here, Fred.

[fredless]

[A quiet release of breath. In his way, Peter's another constant]

That's good. Everything alright there?

[spongetastic]

Yeah, everything's fine except for the new journal.

[demonologist]

Fred...I'm fine. My journal is blank, though, which gave me brief cause for alarm, but I did eventually find the old one in the living room. It would seem that the Castle is doing its own version of housekeeping.

Wesley

[fredless]

It's fine, Wesley.

[Only, of course it isn't. Not exactly. She doesn't like the reminder of how the rules she's always treasured don't work here. Pages shouldn't be blank. And you should be able to trust your memories.

Of course that isn't exactly unique to here. But she made a scene of herself earlier and now she is trying to recover]

I am glad you're ok.

[elementoflol]

I'm here! Me! Me! Pick me!

[fredless]

Pinkie...

[Alright, that earns a smile]
I'm not exactly sure what I'd be picking you for?

[elementoflol]

Um.

Being friends?