paradisa | 01 (25) // Dictated/Action

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[It's possible by now that some of the 'new' residents have worked out the journals' various quirks, but this particular posting seems completely accidental, consisting of nothing but measured footsteps on stone floors for quite awhile before a voice breaks the monotony]

There must be someone in charge.

[And then it's back to footsteps, almost as if someone is systematically searching the place. Which is, more or less, what the tall, dark-suited figure roaming the castle's hallways appears to be doing, while looking increasingly annoyed by the endeavor]

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[Wade is roaming too, for lack of anything else to do. There had to be answers somewhere, if she stuck her nose in the right place. It tended to work out for her (if not also get her in trouble). It was her mission today to peek in every door she could find, which is exactly what she's doing when Vicious comes upon her. She quickly shuts the door to the random room she's currently looking into when she hears the footsteps, and looks at the man with a mildly guilty expression.]

Oh. Hey. This isn't your room, is it?

[Vicious stops to look from Wade, to the name on the door, and back Wade again]

No.

[Alright. Well. That was a definitive enough answer. But since she's at a loss for people to actually ask, there didn't seem to any reason not to.]

Oh, good. Look, I'm trying to find a few people. Maybe you've seen them around? Tall guy, athletic looking, short brown hair. Or a big guy, scruffy beard, curly black hair. Or a black guy, middle-aged, with a thin mustache?

[There's a rather blank expression on his face as she reels all of that off, and then a slight pause, though he's not really considering the question, much]

I haven't.

It was worth a try. [She bites her lip a bit, considering]

Sorry, I'm just a little lost. I don't suppose, you know where I could find a phone. Or a map? [Maybe she can find the hotel they usually stay at]

I haven't seen any.

[The books probably don't count, anyway.]

[She hasn't had the pleasure of meeting her journal just yet.

She sighs.]

I can't say I'm surprised, going by the look of the place.

They don't seem interested in providing anything useful.

[Whoever 'they' were. It was pretty aggravating, really.]

So you don't know who are hosts are either? I'm kind of glad it's not just me...

[She runs a hand through her sleep-tousled hair]

I haven't come across anyone who seems to know what's going on here, no.

[Which isn't going to stop him from trying to find answers one bit]

Funny how that's encouraging and not-so-encouraging at the same time.

It's... irritating.

[Which is the kindest thing he can say about it, really]

I can't think of any part of being kidnapped that's supposed to be convenient [Meaning she agrees with you]

It lets you know who your enemies are.

[Usually, anyway. In this case, not so much.]

[Among the many strange things of this castle the talking book was among the greatest. It was unceremoniously pushed from the desk, no doubt treating the person or whatever had caused the book to speak, to the loud slap as the heavy object landed against the tiles.

Only when the book did not move or speak again did Giovanni carefully roll it over so the innermost pages could be read again. ]

Are you still able to speak?

[Talking book... what a way to add to the growing madness of this place.]

[Vicious stops in his pacing of the halls to actually look at the book he'd been carrying with him. Earlier, it had contained nothing but scribbled nonsense he could not decipher, but now he could see his own words scrawled into it, as well as the voice it was apparently transmitting. Some sort of strange communication device, then, designed to look rather archaic, for some reason.]

Of course I can.

[This was highly unusual. It brought to mind an experience he had years ago... a talking scrape of cloth that promised great things but delivered the opposite, so he kept his distance from the book as it continued to speak.]

You were looking for some one in charge? What reason would a book have for that?

I was.

[And then there's a brief pause as he processes that second query]

You think this is a talking book.

[He's not even going to pretend it's a question, because the truth is pretty obvious.]

It does look like a book.

[Course the possibility existed there was a good deal more going on than this. He just didn't understand it all.]

Are you saying you are not one?

I'm holding one.

[And he was starting to get an idea of what was going on, here...]

It must be a communication device.

[Remote communication? Now there was a strange advancement! ]

If it is then it is unlike any I have seen before. You said you were holding a book? Where are are you speaking from, inside this castle some where?

I doubt the design is common.

[Who made comms that looked like books, anyway?]

I'm in a castle hallway.

[They all looked pretty similar, to be honest.]

I would not think so but then being able to speak to some one so far away is not common either.

[This from the man for whom long distance communication was done by letters carried by pigeon. ]

Have you had any luck with your search?

You find it uncommon?

[Because he certainly doesn't. You can make a phone call to another planet. Down the hallway is literally nothing, as far as he's concerned]

I haven't.

Letters usually take longer to send than this.

[And yes, they are not able to send a person's actual voice. This is a unique experience in every way!]

So messer, if you are not a talking book, may I know who you are?

Letters...

[Well, that explained... not enough, really, but something. Enough to not make the talking book conclusion seem quite as insane as it had a few minutes before. Still, there's a pause as he decides whether or not it's worth introducing himself.]

My name is Vicious.

[A more precise introduction than he usually went with, but there was enough confusing floating around as it was.]

[London is roaming the halls as well, her journal clutched tightly against her silk pajamas chest. She turns at the wrong time, trying to absorb everything about the strange castle when she bumps into the tall man.]

Oh, sorry! Um... [My, that's an intimidating face.] Do you know what this place is?

[After suffering the nonsense of this castle, getting bumped into turns out to be a minor annoyance, at best.]

You should watch where you're going.

[He doesn't even bother to try and sound menacing. He knows he doesn't need to]

No.

[London crosses her arms. She's met some menacing people, and in the end they turned out to be big softies.]

Well, you don't have to get all huffy about it!

[Good luck with that, London.]

I'm not 'huffy.'

[Really. Of all the things he'd been accused of being, that was probably the most absurd...]

Whatever you say.

So If you don't know what this place is, and I don't know what this place is, how are we supposed to find out?

We find someone who does.

[Except for the part where 'we' meant 'just him,' of course]

Great idea! Now, who looks like they know stuff?

[Nah, 'we' totally means 'we.']

No one I've met so far. Unfortunately.

[And if he's giving London something of a pointed look, well.]

[Well, he isn't wrong.]

I'm sure we'll find someone soon!

I'm London Tipton, by the way.

Perhaps.

[But he wasn't feeling very encouraged, at the moment.

And he also wasn't going to introduce himself]

[She looks at him expectantly. After a moment,]

Well...? Don't you have a name?

[That got her a glare, for a moment, before he finally answered]

Vicious.

That's a... scary name. Are people afraid of you?

If they're sensible.

[London actually feels validated in her mild discomfort.]

You mean you like being scary and antisocial? How come?

What the fuck---

(Deb hadn’t exactly been a well versed resident of Paradisa before this happened but now she’s right back to square one again. Back to the swearing and back to the wondering what the hell was going on. And hearing the book she’d been supplied with talking? Yeah, that surprised her.)

Whoever is in charge around here has a lot to fucking answer for, that’s for sure.

[The talking book thing was... abnormal. But not as strange if he thought of it as a really weird comm. He does agree with the sentiment, even if he's not one for profanity.]

That's putting it lightly.

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