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[wilder]

[Dictated and backdated to earlier today; in the background you can hear what sounds like water that's from the pool. Kinda weird huh? Well that's because someone woke up with a green fishtail while in the pool. Currently he's just hanging on the edge and talking into the journal. After the initial shock wore off, he is now just griping]

Okay what's going on with the castle now? Because this? This is just stupid. Absurdly stupid.

[....]

This better not last a week, come on! I am not sitting in a pool for a week! If you're going to do this to me, at least give me an interesting place to go!

Seriously, why does this place smell so funny? What do you people do to water, anyway?

[And so on and so on. Aren't you glad he's probably not your princess?]

[Editted in a bit later into the post; and filtered AWAY from Once-ler]

Hey, does anyone know any stories about fish people? Sakura wants to know.

[OOC: open or over the journal!]

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm sure I can get it patched through. I have a secretary.

[Doe she still have her? He can't remember if she left or not]

[wilder]

Uh...someone did tell you this is a whole other world, right? Zero patching through or whatever that means.

[whichwayyoulean]

You've just got to trample on all my fantasies, don't you? Like a big stomping boot of doom.

[wilder]

Yeah, checks of reality are harsh like that.

[whichwayyoulean]

So cruel. Did you hear that? That was the sound of my dreams actually breaking.

[wilder]

Hmmmm...nope! Can't hear a thing, couldn't have been that big or great of dreams.

[whichwayyoulean]

Probably all that water in your ears.

[wilder]

Maybe...

Nah.

[whichwayyoulean]

Now you're just throwing a decent theory away without trying it.

[wilder]

I gave it some thought!

[whichwayyoulean]

Five seconds isn't 'some'.

[wilder]

I don't know, some would feel that's an eternity.

[whichwayyoulean]

For something with a really short life span, maybe.

Like a mayfly.

[wilder]

Yep! And are you discounting how they feel about things? Jeez.

[whichwayyoulean]

Mayflies don't feel anything. They're bugs.

...At least I don't think they feel anything?

[Way to learn your lesson about respecting nature, you douchebag]

[wilder]

Have you ever asked?

[Good job the guy who hates animals and kills things regularly respects it more than you]

[whichwayyoulean]

Last time I checked, bugs don't talk. In fact the only animals I've ever heard talk are Hummingfish, and that's more mimicking than actual...words.

[wilder]

Maybe in your world, but there's a few talking ponies here!

[whichwayyoulean]

Talking ponies.

...Right. Okay. Got a little head trauma today, did we?

[wilder]

Nooooo, maybe if you went outside that room sometime you'd see all the weirdness that goes on with the residents.

[whichwayyoulean]

Because telling me there are talking ponies out there is really going to make me want to do that. Hate to break it to you but 'come and see the weird stuff' isn't a great sales pitch.

[wilder]

Nah, it's not a sales pitch.

I'm just saying you don't know anything you're talking about, locked up there.

[whichwayyoulean]

I know plenty of things. I still have a magical talking book that picks up people whining about their daily life constantly. Or don't not remember my song about it?

Because I'll sing another song right now.

[wilder]

-- Please. Don't sing.

[whichwayyoulean]

[There is the sound of guitar strings being strummed]

You sure? Because I've got a great one about magic shows and giant wolves.