First Diagnosis; Dictated;

[likesroleplay]

Frick. Frick. Frick.

Oh my god I don't know what happened or how I ended up here but if I don't show up for work tomorrow Dr. Cox is going to kill me. And if he doesn't Dr. Kelso certainly will and either way would pretty much suck because they're both just such complete hardasses. And I know I told myself I wasn't just going to lay over and take it anymore but I didn't think it was going to be tested this soon either, you know?

[And it's about then that she realizes the journal that's sitting next to her is writing down everything she's saying.]

Holy frick on a stick why is this journal writing in itself. I mean, the freaky castle isn't weird enough, there's enchanted journals too? Please tell me someone accidentally pricked me with some morphine or something because this sounds more like one of JD's crazy fantasies than anything real. I mean, this can't be what's really happening, right?


[There's pause, and then she sounds a little more pathetic.]

Right?

Comments

[iamdamnloyal]

[The thing to remember about Harmony is that every morning, or afternoon, when she wakes up - she forgets that she's a vampire. Some mornings it goes okay. Fred tells her and she sobs, or laughs, or just ignores it.

This morning, Harmony woke up earlier than normal and felt like going for a run. Halfway through, she brings her run down to a fast walking pace as she opts to check up on the journal. Naturally, the thing to do when you've slowed your run is - check your pulse.

Of which, Harmony does not have.

Thankfully, over the journal, Harmony has found a DOCTOR.]

Oh my God, are you a doctor? [Yes, you have the talking journal that is already demanding things of you.]

[likesroleplay]

[The journal's talking to her.

Why is the journal talking to her.

It was weird enough that it was writing what she was saying but now it's talking, and she doesn't know what the hell to do. Is someone inside it? Where is the voice coming from?

She picks it up, looking for batteries or something. This has to be some kind of joke or something. Some sort of prank. But it doesn't seem like it...


Finally, she responds.]

I'm a doctor. Where is your voice coming from? This is a journal and I'm pretty sure journals aren't supposed to talk. Unless they're one of those little Casio electronic ones like I had as a kid, which only sound like a great idea until your brother guesses your password and broadcasts the whole thing to the whole school yard. But I'm pretty sure this isn't the same sort of thing.

[iamdamnloyal]

Oh! It's a journal. The journal is magical and you're new, but it'll make sense at some point. Hopefully soon!

It can transmit sound, transcribe it too - oh and liquids and photos. If you have a photo you can just tape it in and then we can all see it. Nothing real though. Like, your hand for example.

I'm Harmony. Currently outside. I was jogging and now -- well, now I'm not jogging. I'm freaking out.

[shipper_on_deck]

Doctor cocks?

[that was the most important thing in that entry. Eeyup.]

[likesroleplay]

[....Oh good, the journal is talking to her again. Awesome..]

I know how it sounds but it's his name!

[shipper_on_deck]

[laughing. She's totally mature, okay?]

Does he only look at cocks or what?

[jimfromit]

Of course this is just a drug induced hallucination sweetheart.

You’ll be off to the mad hatter’s tea party as soon as the yellow submarine arrives.

[likesroleplay]

....Are you joking? Because this is really not funny and I really don't appreciate that right now. You can't blame me for thinking this isn't really, I mean, how can any of this possibly be real? A journal is talking to me. Journal's don't talk!

[jimfromit]

Oh you can't blame a chap for trying to have a little fun now can you?

Welcome to castle Paradisa, I'm afraid Doctor Cox isn't here.

If he was I'm pretty sure I'd have laughed at his name by now.

Dictated forever

[wastheexample]

I've been putting all my money on it being some booze-induced fantasy but apparently it's real.

Welcome to Crapsack Castle.

Re: Dictated forever

[likesroleplay]

...But castles aren't real. Well, I mean the ones in England and other parts of Europe are, but not like..this looks like something out of a fairytale or something. And I just woke up here, like something out of a movie or a book. I don't get how this could possibly be real. But everyone keeps saying it is, of course, if this was all my fantasy my fantasy would want to convince me it's real, wouldn't it? Isn't that like the definition of delusions? My mom always told me I would snap and go crazy one of these days but I always thought she was joking or at least that it wouldn't happen until a long, long time from now. I mean, it felt like I was doing better but - [And as she continues to ramble on her words begin to just sound like complete, inaudible gibberish.

Congratulations Elliot, welcome to your loss.]

[wastheexample]

[Haymitch kind of tuned out when she got to the 'something out of a fairytale' part. But the jiberish brings his attention back to the page.

Oh hey crazy person were you still talking]

...Lady, I think you might want to stop making funny noises before someone comes to take you back to your special padded cell.

[Dictated]

[anothershirtruined]

[There were many reasons Ms. Amelia Peabody Emerson preferred to spend much of her year digging in isolated regions of Egypt and piecing together bits of shattered pottery. Among other things, it allowed her to spend much less time dealing with such commotions. But she had long ago accepted that very few women were as practical as she way. Have a woman with a crisp British accent remarking sternly from the journal.]

Please do stop making such a fuss. It serves no purpose and merely clouds the issue.

Re: [Dictated]

[likesroleplay]

How can I just stop? I mean, I don't see how it clouds the issue. Whether I freak out or not, I'm still in some crazy castle with no idea how I actually ended up here. Doesn't seem very cloudy to me.

Re: [Dictated]

[anothershirtruined]

Calm yourself. If you are in such a frenzied state you will be unable to understand any answers that you receive.

dictated

[gevurah]

It's alright -- he won't notice you're missing. [ Okay, that's probably the worst thing to say. ] It's complicated, but you aren't in danger of losing your job.

Re: dictated

[likesroleplay]

Well, that's good. I kind of need that job. But why wouldn't he notice I'm gone? I mean, I know Dr. Cox doesn't like or respect me and would probably be happy and thrown a frickin' party over me being gone, but still. I would think he'd still notice. Or something. Somebody would.

[gevurah]

Time stops back home when you're brought here. It sounds completely insane, I know.

[fishy_go_byebye]

He would forget his shoes.

[likesroleplay]

...Who?

[fishy_go_byebye]

The person. Hungry?

[youfallback]

It's happening.

[likesroleplay]

That's what everyone keeps telling me. I guess it was too much to hope for to think it might not be.

/can't believe our Ted hasn't done this yet

[bro_codebreaker]

[he knows that voice. OH MY GOD he knows that voice. he can't remember QUITE why he does, but he remembers her name, at the very least.]

.... Stella?!

Oh man I totally didn't even think about this confusion.

[likesroleplay]

[She sounds confused.]

Excuse me?