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[20thcentury]

[Today, Jenny is sitting in the lobby, idly smoking as she flips through the journal.

After a moment, she huffs a bit and dictates to the pages.]

Not that I wish any sort of trauma on you lot, but it's a little mundane here, isn't it? When he was still here, Midnighter mentioned running out of things to do. [Or, probably more accurately, faces to pummel.] At the time I reckoned he just wasn't trying hard enough.

[She pauses, the sound of a pen tapping on the pages; she is preparing to write up some filters. When she continues speaking, it's in a more thoughtful tone, more serious.]

Is there a reason the castle's pulled us here? Obviously it feeds on us. Obviously. But specific people who are suited to specific tasks back in their world ... is there a point to bringing us here if we've got nothing to do here, no real purpose?

Or is it the potential malaise from being idle that makes us so important? Does our importance to the castle lie in the castle's unimportance to us?

[Cesare]
I've met your sister. She's a very curious little thing, isn't she?

[Kate]
You lot are back from your little holiday, yeah?

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[lord_wizard]

Patterns are everything.

[20thcentury]

They make me go cross-eyed. [She's joking, but. Sometimes they do...]

[lord_wizard]

[He makes an amused sound] They can do that, yes.

[20thcentury]

[There's a short, warm pause here. She kind of likes this fellow!]

Jenny, by the way.

[lord_wizard]

Felix. A pleasure to speak to you, Jenny.

[20thcentury]

Pleasure's mine, Felix.

[lord_wizard]

I wish I could have been more helpful.

[20thcentury]

You were the most helpful out of everyone. I think it's simply the nature of this place; there aren't many answers to give.

[lord_wizard]

I try. And I promise I'll be keeping an eye on those patterns.