third round :: written (backdated to start of Tokyo!)

[reengineered]

This is Earth, right? I've never been there here before.

[Yet it's somewhere she always thought she'd see.]

Are any of you from Earth?

I'm Turning Japanese, I Really Think So [ Action + Dictated, Daytime]

[wishmadeinfire]

[ Ashura was out and about, enjoying their new and fair city. The language was unfamiliar and yet he could appreciate it too, it bearing a small resemblance to his own (it did not help him read it at all though). And life here had become much easier now that Percy had explained these 'credit cards'. They were some type of magic he was sure, though he had been told otherwise. Either way, it had helped him solve multiple problems, including that of his clothing. He had managed to purchase several lovely yukata, wearing one today with a wave and fish pattern on it. ( Pants were never okay with him, he did not care what the Castle tried to force on him on a regularly basis). 

He was out exploring Tokyo today, and on the side, trying to find out where some of the ones that had gone quiet had gone. It was worrisome, but at the same time he did not think he could do much, not really. If the Castle wanted them, it would have them, and that knowledge made him rage inside. But it wouldn't do any good. Did it ever?

So today he is walking about the city, stopping at shops or little snack places to sample local cuisine (so you can probably seem him likely with food in his hand or in his mouth at any given point), journal in hand, noting things now and then and sometimes talking - ]

I am actually rather surprised by this place. I have seen many articles of clothing that are reminiscent of my own culture, in small, small ways. But still, it is interesting.

I wonder if this means, somehow, that other worlds potentially draw on or influence others? Or is that merely ridiculous thinking? Anyone have any thoughts?

Eighteenth Gate

[forsometimenow]

Filter to friends of Jennifer Keller

Are all of you okay? You weren't caught in that... comet or whatever it was, were you? I didn't see much activity on the journals after it fell, so...

(Written)

[tylendel]

Does everything change this much? I'm not sure... (He stops writing, unable to find the right words.) I'm not up for this.

(At all.)

Van? I think I'm ready to meet Yfandes if...that's alright? I'm getting sick of staying cooped up in bed.

The walking would do me good.

(Pausing, Tylendel suddenly remembers he has been rather rude. Which isn't entirely out of character for him, but still...)

Ben? Can you see this?