2 Hats (Loss Discovery)

[dumbasswithahat]

[Glenn is currently in the lobby, attempting to draw a personal map. 
Hes been attempting to do this for about an hour now and cant figure out why the pens keep breaking. Or in a couple of cases- bursting. Glenn's accidentally splattered some ink on the open journal he's put on the table next to the formerly blank paper (now just covered in random ink blotches), and he's almost ready to give up.]

Um, is it just me, or are the pens around here really breakable?
Does anyone have a stronger one I could borrow? 

Comments

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[lord_wizard]

Perhaps you are gripping them too hard.

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[dumbasswithahat]

Uh, d'you think so?
I mean it's been a while since I got to sit down and write things, but I never broke a pen from gripping it too hard before.

[And now he's wished up another one. Maybe this time? Lets try drawing a square to represent the lobby- nope this one just wont write. Is it out of ink or something?]

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[lord_wizard]

Neither have I. Maybe you should wish for better quality ones.

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[dumbasswithahat]

I already tried that.

[Another small spattering of ink ends up on the journal page.]

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[lord_wizard]

[Gosh, stop making such a mess :|]

How odd. Perhaps a quill?

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[dumbasswithahat]

[He's not doing it on purpose. :/]
You mean like in one of those old movies?
I could try it.
Um, do I have to wish for an inkwell too?

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[lord_wizard]

Naturally, yes. [This may not end well]

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[dumbasswithahat]

[Theres a short silence as he tries this and gets covered in feathers.]

Uh, I think the quills are actually worse than pens.

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[lord_wizard]

I somehow doubt that's an anomaly. It may be a loss of some sort. Do you do a lot of writing back home?

[Action]

[squirrelhunter]

'sup, Short Round.

[Daryl's leaning on the back of the sofa you're sitting on, munching an apple. The sound is probably obnoxiously loud in the way that only Daryl Dixon could make it.]

[Action]

[dumbasswithahat]

Oh, hey Daryl.
[Not really who he wants to see right now, but then he has an idea.]

Uh, do you have a pen I could borrow?
[Maybe if it isn't his it'll work better?]

[squirrelhunter]

...Why?

[dumbasswithahat]

Um, I'm trying to draw a map- but it isn't really going so well.
[Note the ink-covered hands and piles of ruined pens and paper, if you will.]

[squirrelhunter]

[A pencil gets dropped on the table as Daryl concentrates on finishing the apple.]

[dumbasswithahat]

Thanks.
[Why didnt he think of that? Except that pencil isn't working out much better. It breaks about halfway through the first line.]
Maybe I should wish for a sharpener...

[squirrelhunter]

You sure it ain't the castle doin' this?

[Yes, he's totally got a condascending tone right there.]

[dumbasswithahat]

What? Why would the castle stop me from writing? It hasnt before now.
[He hadnt tried drawing a map before now though...]

[squirrelhunter]

I dunno. Maybe it's ya loss or some shit like that.

[dumbasswithahat]

Isn't a loss supposed to be something really important? Like a memory?

[He's totally sharpening the pencil.]

[squirrelhunter]

I heard it can be skills, too.

[dumbasswithahat]

Well I can write in the journals fine, I just [you are getting this pencil back in a million pieces it looks like because it snapped midsentence] cant draw this map.

[squirrelhunter]

Then maybe y'loss is y'can't draw maps?

[C'mon, dude, it's obvious.]

[dumbasswithahat]

That makes no sense.
Isnt a loss supposed to be something really important?

[Still if Daryl is right, it looks like he doesn't have to worry about forgetting things.]

[squirrelhunter]

Your map-makin' was important in Atlanta.

[dumbasswithahat]

Oh, right.
Uh, wasn't that just one time? Seems like a dumbass loss to me.
[Glenn takes his hat off to run his fingers through his hair.]


Do you know what your loss is?

[squirrelhunter]

Nope. Ain't got a clue.

[Lies. He's got his suspicions, but...]

[peacockherald]

You could always try wishing for one close to the ones you use. Or use a quill.

_{[Vanyel had been drawn to the more for the fact he was trying to draw out a map than anything. The way Paradisa changed so often, he had to wonder how much good maps did in this world.]}

[dumbasswithahat]

I've tried that.

[For someone who isnt easily irritated, he sounds ready to throw something.

And he really hasn't been here long enough to realize that this place changes that often.]

[peacockherald]

Then have you considered switching to another material? Charcoal perhaps?