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[mirror_mod]

Yesterday communication from the missing residents cut off abruptly.

Today the sign in the journal is far darker. Literally.

A dark stain appears in the upper corner of one of the pages and it’s ever so slowly spreading in a very unnatural fashion. Then tendrils of ink to move and twist across the page before your eyes as if it were actually a part of the page itself rather than a mar on its surface.

It’s not long before a message appears nearby:

Time is running out

Comments

[mirror_mod]

[The following appears mirrored just below it, as it did the other day...]

I know that!

Book, tell the people at the castle we need help. Something is coming after us. And, uh, say the pen is mighty and...they do something to the world.

Shape it! Those on the other side shape the world! Tell them that!

dictated

[amiable]

What's after you? Are you all okay?

[ THAT... DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. ]

What does that mean?!

[themistress]

[Mistress, super helpful as always,

draws


a giant penis.

You're welcome, guys.]

[i_got_this]

[She draws the closest approximation she can to this. When in doubt, MAC rounds, right?]

mirrored and filtered from whoever is sending sex things

[mirror_mod]

We need more weapons! One sword is nothing! And the doors don't lead anywhere! We're outside!

[amiable]

[ Prepare for some more shitty drawings as Uru rushes to sketch more swords. These ones are not named Allen.

Hellboy. B( ]

[rogueofheart]

[You guys look like you could use some wild, ferocious cats.]

[atrophied]

[ House is being helpful. He's drawing rocket launchers, grenades, assault rifles, the works.

And medical supplies. Boxes of them. With little red crosses on them to label them as such. ]

[supes]

[First aid kits. Definitely some first aid kits.

And because it's worth a shot and takes 0.0000000002 seconds to add, a peace sign :| You never know.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Here, have a nuke!]

Good luck.

[valuedstrength]

[Steve will be drawing them shields, swords, guns, barriers; the works. Good luck guys.]

[likethetragedy]

[Elektra is drawing a katana with the name Fred on the blade. She's playing favorites here since they should have more than enough weapons by now.]

[tres_iqus]

[asfdsfdgdfghhfghg MISTRESS.

WARNING WARNING TRES FREAKOUT.]

Duchess Milan!

[HE WILL SHOOT THINGS. ALL THE THINGS.]

[compromisedarrow]

Cool it, father. Can you draw?

[He's scribbling a quick sketch of a bow and a quiver of arrows, a handgun, a spare clip of ammo for said handgun... Useful stuff, y'know?]

You're not helping the Duchess by yelling.

[mirror_mod]

[guys, seriously, what even...]

WORDS SPEAK AS LOUD AS PICTURES

[rogueofheart]

[supes]

"All this nonsense stops and everyone missing returns to the castle safe and unharmed."

[wilder]

[Zelos stops in mid-drawing when he sees that message]

...Oh. Whatever.


Give them magic or something? Can that be a thing?

[courageous_wit]

[thinking Clark had the right idea, Hermione gives this a try. But decides to be more specific]

Please return our friends to their rooms in Cair Paradisa. [and for further clarification, she lists all of their names that the mun is too lazy to look up]

[mirror_mod]

[Nice try guys, but no]

[atrophied]

Enjoy the Humvee. Try not to shoot or hit yourselves.

[whichwayyoulean]

[This is a book, right? So it must have some sort of book-logic. So, written down is this:

And then everyone made it back to the castle unharmed
It turned out there really was no cause for alarm
They turned the final page of the final chapter
And everyone lives happily ever after]

[likethetragedy]

Whatever is threatening them disappears. They find an exit that leads back to the castle. Everyone comes back unharmed.

[hard_talker]

Well then. [Mark grabs a pen and scrawls. He didn't ace Writing for nothing]

"Suddenly, a warm wind swept across the plain where the brave travelers faced down the unknown horror. Sweeping around them, protecting them as if in the eye of a hurricane, it battered back the inky foe, keeping it from reaching the travelers. Their friends, pens in hand, looked on, hoping it would give them cover enough to escape."

mirrored

[mirror_mod]

Stop sending us useless things. You almost killed us and you destroyed our way out. We need a bridge now. That thing's almost here.

[wilder]

Knew that wishing them back home thing wouldn't work!

Bridge!

[He even draws one for good measure!]