written, action.

[bronwe]

( Merlin, Remus, Igraine )

[ The snow here is pleasant. It stays under his feet though in some places he finds himself knee-deep. He walks at a leisurely pace with his cloak drawn about him, round and round the castle grounds, and takes care not to wander too far. ]

[Dictated] In which Cimorene poses some questions

[chiefcookandlibrarian]

 In the weeks I have been here I have spoken to a great many people.  And some of the things they have mentioned to me sound very strange and curious.

And now I am wondering a great many things.  My own world is filled with such creatures as dragons and djinn and wizards and fire witches and giants and many others beside.  Are there truly so many worlds with none of that?

Also, I am wondering if anyone has any dried feverfew.  I would gather it myself, but I'm afraid it is the wrong time of year for it.

First Heart

[enemywithin]

[It takes a few moments, but eventually the walking around finally stops. An ominous opening, sure, especially since you know. Journals and all.]

Okay. Here's where I am. What I've got so far.

I'm smack dab in the thick of Old Testament Hell, staring up at shit hittin' the fan, screamin' at the top of my lungs. Next thing I know, I'm yelling at the ceiling of some fancy fuckin room, and I ain't neck deep in hellfire and brimstone no more. All of it in an instant, faster than a blink. Can't say that's ever happened before neither.

Now see, that's when the thinkin' starts. I know three things for sure. One, I'm not dreamin'. Two, I'm not crazy. Three, I ain't dead. And any sensible human being would realize that narrows down the explanation to fuckin' nothin. So, does that make me a senseless human being...or am I neck deep in a whole other kind of shit?

But then, then I see this fat fuck of a book on some bedside table. And then I take a look outside, there's my name on the door. Jackie Estacado. And what happens when I take a look inside the book? I think you all know by now.

Now, this is where I get stuck. Just cause I understand what it can't be, doesn't mean I understand what it is. And see, I got this pressin' thing going on in my life, so unless someone is handy with the answers, I'm going to have to start workin' on getting my own. The old fashioned way.

And trust me, none of us want that.

[A bit more walking, and a deep breath as he eases into a chair.]

So what is it goin' to be?

(no subject)

[secondchances]

( Ezio )