Juanita "Nita" Louise Callahan (
inlifesname) wrote in
paradisa2013-10-21 05:18 pm
Entry tags:
When you give your all and you're feeling small; action/dictated
[Nita arrived in the lobby of Paradisa with the characteristic bang! of a transport spell and the confused look of a person who is decidedly not where she expected to be.]
Unless they did some fast redecorating in the Crossings... Sker’ret- [She cut herself off, abruptly realizing that Sker’ret wasn’t there; none of the others were.]
Crud. [This wasn’t the first time that she’d found herself someplace unexpected because of Wizardry, but somehow she never quite got used to it. Still, there are no coincidences. If she was here- if something had interfered with her spell- then it had to be for a reason. So she takes a moment to look around, finally notices the journal sitting on the ground in front of her, and opens it up.
A journal with her name in it. Okay. Not the weirdest thing that she's come across. But as she flips through and watches the pages fill themselves with conversation, hears the voices of strangers. She'd never seen anything but the manual act like this.]
You've got to be kidding me.
[And there they were. Her words on the page, in her handwriting. Huh.]
Unless they did some fast redecorating in the Crossings... Sker’ret- [She cut herself off, abruptly realizing that Sker’ret wasn’t there; none of the others were.]
Crud. [This wasn’t the first time that she’d found herself someplace unexpected because of Wizardry, but somehow she never quite got used to it. Still, there are no coincidences. If she was here- if something had interfered with her spell- then it had to be for a reason. So she takes a moment to look around, finally notices the journal sitting on the ground in front of her, and opens it up.
A journal with her name in it. Okay. Not the weirdest thing that she's come across. But as she flips through and watches the pages fill themselves with conversation, hears the voices of strangers. She'd never seen anything but the manual act like this.]
You've got to be kidding me.
[And there they were. Her words on the page, in her handwriting. Huh.]

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