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27 Blueprints -- Dictated
[When Ted wakes up and discovered he had gone to sleep simply out of boredom to wake up two weeks later, it didn't exactly grip him with the same anxiety as it had the first time it happened to him, but it did cause him to think that maybe it was a signal of some sorts. A signal to get off his ass and actually do something.
He'd spent most of the morning simply mulling over the matter, skimming the journal idly and glancing at his various belongings-- like the trashcan in the corner, filled to the brim with crumpled papers of failed architectural designs.
Around eleven, he would write in the journal.]
Vivian
Hey. Uh, sorry for not checking up on you, I was kind of in a loss-induced coma. [He continues on smoothly, unfazed.] I know it's still kind of cold out, but do you want to go take a walk in town?
Everyone
Yo, guys, it's Ted. Got knocked out for a couple weeks, so I hope I didn't miss anything too exciting. Hey, um, I guess this is directed more toward people who know me, but. You guys want to hang over at my place later? [He gives a shrug despite himself.] There's not really an occasion. But hey, why does there need to be? We're alive. Young. We need to rile this place up! Get lively!
Plus I haven't watched Galactic Battles in forever. Who's with me?
He'd spent most of the morning simply mulling over the matter, skimming the journal idly and glancing at his various belongings-- like the trashcan in the corner, filled to the brim with crumpled papers of failed architectural designs.
Around eleven, he would write in the journal.]
Vivian
Hey. Uh, sorry for not checking up on you, I was kind of in a loss-induced coma. [He continues on smoothly, unfazed.] I know it's still kind of cold out, but do you want to go take a walk in town?
Everyone
Yo, guys, it's Ted. Got knocked out for a couple weeks, so I hope I didn't miss anything too exciting. Hey, um, I guess this is directed more toward people who know me, but. You guys want to hang over at my place later? [He gives a shrug despite himself.] There's not really an occasion. But hey, why does there need to be? We're alive. Young. We need to rile this place up! Get lively!
Plus I haven't watched Galactic Battles in forever. Who's with me?
sorry for fail ;_;
[Ted considers this, looking around at the people walking around.]
...y'know, I think the castle's affecting them, too. And not just second-hand through us or anything. Have you ever tried talking to them? They don't do much past small talk-- and forget about asking them anything about the castle, or, hell, even their own planet, really.
what? no fail here <33
No, I haven't really spoken to them at all since I got here. Any kind of information I've gained about the castle and Paradisa itself is from other people who were taken like me. Some of the books in the library are useful too.
Do you ever think that this could be some elaborate dream or fake reality? Like in the Matrix? Yes, I have seen the film.