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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?

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or how accurate it is for that matter
but to the best of my knowledge its pretty damn far
possibly several months travel
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nobody from the castle anyway
obviously the people who built it must have been there
as well as whoever painted it
according to the map its still in the dead zone even that far out
so thats been a big deterrent right there
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[has he been missing out on something here]
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the big report by lois lane i think her name is
its in the
[pause........ then facepalm]
its in the old journal isnt it
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[Sounds of a lot of miscellaneous stuff shifting around... this is what happens when you don't let the ghosts clean your room and you're too lazy to do it yourself.]
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i havent been able to find mine this whole time
whered you find it
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[Sift sift, shuffle shuffle]
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that journal is our one concrete link to our collective history!
its a very important document
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[He grabs it mentioned object and opens it up.] Do you remember what page the map was on?
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try these ones
[She tries a couple different page numbers, one of which is correct.]
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but hopefully we will be able to secure some sort of mounts or vehicles to minimize our travel time
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I don't think you should go out there.
[Aradia, baby, he loves you too much, don't do this to him. )8]
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[no seriously she legit has no idea]
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[hello sudden outbursts]
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i know that ted
but i cant just spend the rest of my life screwing around in a magical castle
its fun sometimes i have to admit but
for all intents and purposes i have eternity to look forward to
and that is not how i want to spend my eternity
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A train, going god knows how fast, slammed right into a wall. A lot of people were severely injured, and it was a miracle nobody died.
Those kinds of miracles, they don't happen twice in a row, Aradia.
[His voice is pretty tight. Thinking about the expedition, especially the train crash, makes him have a lot of feelings.]
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...
if i dont do it who will
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[srs bzns]
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and im the one organizing it in the first place 0_0
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[He's kind of grasping at straws, here.]
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Fine, you know what? Just... do what you want. I mean, I'm not your father. Hell, your kind-- trolls-- they don't even usually have fathers, right?
It's not my place to tell you what to do.
[...]
Just be careful.
[And he closes the journal. He's gonna go sulk somewhere and possibly take a few drinks okay.]
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ted!
...
geez
[And she's gonna......... holy shit how is it still January? DO STUFF i guess.]