21 | In Which Howl Tries a Messy Bit of Magic [Dictated/ Action]

[strangewonders]

[There's a bit of clanging metal and what might be muffled cursing as the journal starts recording, and after a moment, a black smudge appears on the page as Howl picks up the journal. Anyone out on the lawn would see the wizard wrestling sheets of corrugated metal and other odd bits into a sort of a teepee shape, with no apparent regard for how messy he was getting in the process]

Well, that was fun, but I'm grateful to be back. I wonder how long we'll be allowed to continue uninterrupted before we're whisked away again. These little vacations are becoming rather frequent.

[And then he's apparently back to knocking things over, or whatever it is he's doing out there with chunks of construction materials]

Nepeta: Take up statistics.

[rogueofheart]

[In an effort to better understand why her friends and/or other SGRUB/SBURB players leave or arrive and hopefully come up with a way to tell when they will return next, Nepeta has spent the last few hours digging through her journals, both old and new.

She's left with a set of numbers that predict nothing.

When she's finished, she huffs and drops her pen onto her journal.]

Well that didn't do what I thought it would.

Dictated

[rightjollyoldelf]

Excellent news!  Additional sleds for explorations are completed!

Also, question!  Is there welcoming committee? I have suggestions!

039 || dictated;

[workaphilic]

[It's very, very late when the journal opens. Or very early, depending on your perspective. But there's none of the grate to his voice that usually accompanies his insomnia; instead he sounds lively, nearly amicable.]

Rise and shine, residents. Don't complain, if you're awake now you either were before I started or you're stupid enough to leave your journal open when you sleep.

[Gladstone whines in the background.]

Shut up, you don't get to complain either, after all you've put me through.

[In the background: noise of cabinets, and food (or something, it can be hard to tell with him) tumbling into a bowl.]

Here is my question, Paradisa:

How much worse could it get?

[A pause, and something occurs to him. He continues, now with his mouth full.]

I'm not being rhetorical. It's not the preface to an uplifting speech, either. Really think, and really answer. It's important.