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[paradisamods]

[And, quite suddenly...

You're holding your journal. If you already were holding it, congratulations. If you weren't... you are now! Somebody wants your attention.

And get this: it's empty.

The old one's kicking around somewhere, but for now, look at what Paradisa gave you!]

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[wizard_redfive]

[There is a grumpy but familiar voice coming from the blank journal.]

That is the question of the day. Maybe the year if we're being generous.

[cricketycricket]

Isn't it just. Though, I do admit, I was thinking the castle was due for one of its tricks sooner or later...

[wizard_redfive]

As if it doesn't trick us enough. [Dairine's Paradisa life has been loss after loss after world change after loss.

But Dairine smiles.]

Still, it's good to hear from you, Doctor.

[cricketycricket]

At least it keeps us on our toes, rather than languishing in boredom. If I wasn't so busy dealing with all of this, I don't know what I'd do with myself. I'm usually hardly in the same place for a matter of days, let alone years. The chaos is what makes it tolerable, as far as I'm concerned.

Thank you, though. ... How've you been faring? Haven't spoken to you since Paris, after all.

I'm sorry this is so late!

[wizard_redfive]

I guess so. Being grounded to one place is a frustrating experience. [Dairine doesn't even want to think about staying years. The universe needs saving now!]

Just fine. It seems I’m part of someone else’s loss again, but so far it seems pretty harmless.