11 | so what's he excited about anyway | dictated&action

[thebutz]

[You've probably heard Mr. Butz here humming and talking over the journals today while he's been outside drawing in his sketchbook. If you're outside too, you'll see him sitting under a tree, where he's been for hours, bringing his imagination to life through the tip of his pencil. Unfortunately for you, it's not in the journal. But his excited, almost incessant chatter filters through clearly.]

Soooo you're probably wondering why I'm so darn happy today! Well guess what, Para?

[He waits for a while, and when he gets no response, he carries on.]

I have TWO dates! Not one, but two! And I am so super excited that I couldn't help but share with you all. Go ahead, ask me who they are!

[Do you dare? Or, the real question: Do you care?]

Tenth House of Westeros ♛ Dictated

[songsandstories]

[Out in the city, Sansa's been both trying to see what jobs are about. As well as houses. It's something she did once before with Robb.]

I'm looking for lodging out in the town. I thought I should try here first. I care not for the castle nor do I trust it. I'd like there to be enough room for a few people. A hearth isn't needed, since I am told your winters here do not last like ours back home.

[Filtered to Arya and Cat]

You're welcome to come if you wish. I just can't stay here any longer.

xxiv λ chatter

[assassino]

Strange things of note since I arrived in Paradisa:

• It is difficult to tell what social standing people have. I have been here for almost nine months and in a sense, I have given up on suchthings, simply because it is impossible here. Not that I would have cared otherwise, but, well, old habits die hard. I suppose class doesnot matter in a place like this.


• As such, I have seen no one with a cap or coif. In fact, women seldom style their hair even though they have the time and means to do soeasily. I wonder why this is? It seems terribly drab for the hairstyle of the poor to become popular amongst all peoples.


• I have seen extremely few insects in this place, and no rats or mice. There are also much fewer cats and stray dogs.


• Vegetable lambs are not real, yet they seem so much more exciting than cotton bolls.


• I should not speak of my time's beliefs lest I am thought to be a madman.

What else?

[pen taps]

460 ❀

[ino]

[in the wondrous land of the Paradisa kitchen, there is a certain blonde who is scouring the fridge. but if you look closely, there's something a little ... off. namely, the fact that she's wearing a kind of horrifying outfit. that is to say, a shirt that completely covers her torso, and a skirt that completely covers her legs. her hair is also messily pulled back in a low ponytail, and all in her face.

she looks a little upset as she looks through the fridge, though, her lower lip shaking just slightly, before she quietly closes the door and wrings her hands. not noticing the journal open on a table nearby, and thinking the kitchen is empty, she talks quietly to herself, staring at the floor]

I-I guess ... I'll just make it again ... it's no big deal, s-someone must have just been really hungry ...

[... even though that's clearly ino's voice, it's far more soft-spoken and timid than usual. what is going on here ... ?]

[ooc: A loss, is what! Open over the journal or in person!]

1 sapling

[stillcares]

 [There's a faint rustling noise, and then the typical sound someone makes when they just woke up to find themselves somewhere that isn't where they went to sleep.]

Guh-!

[Another short silence, and then -]

...Mom?

...

O-kay... Ha ha, alright, real funny, whoever put me in a weird room while I was asleep can totally come out now!

( uno )

[universale]

[ the journal picks up a thick Italian accented voice, murmuring excitedly. whatever he's saying isn't really understandable though. there's the sound of flipping pages and then he speaks up again, clearly reading something aloud.

in fact, for those who read the journals frequently, and especially in the past few days, what he's reading may sound familiar.

yeah, it definitely sounds like he's reading entries from the journal aloud. so if you've made a journal entry in the past couple of days? chances are, you're hearing it read back to you in an excited Italian accent. ]

How marvelous! All of these different entries -- I would love to [ he starts mumbling now ] get to know the authors. Perhaps they could help me understand this strange new place.

[ and back to journal entry reading he goes.

meanwhile, he's walking everywhere through the castle, still completely immersed in reading the journal. out loud.

yep. ]

first prayer

[prayed]

So what, this is supposed to be a magical paradise where all your dreams come true for one easy payment of whatever the Hell it wants to take from you, huh? Nice try, but no deal is that sweet. So, what’s the real catch? That first loss might cover the entry fee, but ya gotta pay rent every month too, y’know? Gotta be pretty high for a place that hands out costly things like wishes and miracles like candy.

Can’t say I have anything important left to give, but maybe just suffering is enough, eh? That seemed to work well enough back home, though I don’t really feel like suffering anymore either. Well, whatever, the worst that can happen is that I get kicked out.

[Her voice grows a bit softer now, the edge momentarily dissipating in favor of something else--unease, perhaps?]

Oi, Sayaka...you’re here too, right? Wouldn't be fair if I was the only one that made it here.