Changes

[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?

[kungfuwitch]

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

Elektra

[fredless]

Pretty darn close.

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

Is yours blank?

private

[interpersonally]

Why wouldn't we be? Are you?

[fredless]

But everything else seems alright, besides the journal?

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

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.'

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]

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.

private

[interpersonally]

The journal.

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

You got a blank one, too?

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...

Re: private

[fredless]

[Quietly. Thoughtfully]

It sounds like everyone did.

private forever

[interpersonally]

And it worries you.

[ He's just curious. ]

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.

[fredless]

Of course it does.

[interpersonally]

Why?

Written

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

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

Fred

[likethetragedy]

[Silence. She doesn't want to get into how this makes her feel. She's had enough "feelings" from Abel's sudden reappearance and regaining memories. It does stir up something in her. The journal had Matt and Ukitake's voices in it. Elektra can't go back to them whenever she's feeling nostalgic or rather when she admits to missing them.]

I don't like it either but, nothing else seems to be going on yet. Small favors.

[She's still going out to make sure of it soon enough.]

[heloise]

Tabula rasa, like being reborn.

[spongetastic]

I'm here, Fred.

[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.

[fredless]

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

That's good. Everything alright there?

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.

Written

[fredless]

Honestly it's been a bit quiet for a while. That is usually never a good sign.

[fredless]

What's to say it's just a blank page, or a new journal? What if we don't remember because it's already made us forget?

[Some days, it feels like she's been here too long. Despite what waits on the other side of it all]