paradisa | Eleven Spoons {Dictation; Backdated to the morning of Oct. 13th}

[So the time of nightmares has passed, and while Jane has been somewhat active, it's not nearly as much as usual. She's had a lot on her mind, just like the other residents, and the only thing that's different is how she copes.

The sound of delicious sizzling comes from the journals, and it sounds so good that you can almost smell whatever's cooking. A spatula sharply raps on a pan.]

I've started to get the sense that the entire castle took a rather restless nap, not just myself, and perhaps it's a bit foolish, but I'm not sure I want to pin this on the castle itself so quickly. There has to be someone who knows exactly what happened to us. If you do know, I would really appreciate it if you didn't keep it a secret. It wasn't exactly...enjoyable.

But enough about that!

[There's a pause in the sizzling, and then it begins anew, as if something fresh has just been placed in the pan.]

I've been engrossed in cookbooks since I woke up, and I found a recipe for something warm and filling - comfort food, if you will. Basically, it's crepes with meat and seasonings in them, and if you would like some, I am sure one of the ghosts would be more than happy to bring you a plate. I've made plenty.

{Filtered to those whose dreams she stumbled into}
[Strangely enough, as soon as you hear this, there's a knock at your door, and when you open it, a plate of odd food waits for you, still warm. It's accompanied by a really happy cupcake and a note that reads as follows:]
I just wanted to let you know that I would be more than happy to listen if you need to talk about something.
You are my friend and I am happy to know you.
<:B - Jane

{Filtered to those who stumbled into her dream}
[And for you folks, she's quiet for a moment. I bet you never thought sizzling could be so tense. When she speaks, she's definitely more serious than before, and a little sad.]

I saw you. In my nightmare, I mean. And I just - I wanted to...

...No, it's foolish. Forget it.

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Is there a reason to believe this WASN'T the castle? I have not been here very long, so I am genuinely curious.

[He can see both filters, of course. And no, he really doesn't want to talk about it, but he'll take the food regardless. Even if the cupcake is kind of creepy]

So. Do all the trolls turn into tentacle monsters of death? Because Nepeta hangs around here sometimes and I'd like to be forewarned.

[She takes a long breath.]

...I don't know. I highly doubt it.

Well, there are a couple of things that make me wonder if it was someone else...or something else. My room, and everywhere else in the castle, looks as if it has been completely ransacked, and I've heard folks complaining over the journals that the alcohol has disappeared. It's almost as if whatever did this did not want to alert us when it rifled through our things.

[He falls silent again, thinking, considering, before replying]

...You okay?

[Now it's her turn to be quiet. The sizzling continues, of course, but eventually you hear the click of the stove being turned off.]

Even if I'm not, I should be. In time.

...What about you?

My room had been ransacked, as well- I do not drink alcohol but some of my toiletries were missing, of all things.

It is quite a disturbing thought- that someone would knock us all out just to steal a few things.

Exactly! I wish someone could come forward with the details. Those nightmares were NOT worth their personal gain.

That's something, I guess.

I'll be fine. It's what I've already left behind, back home. What I've got to go back to. No surprises there.

Mm-hm.

[Geez, what do you say to that?]

...I'm sorry I intruded. It wasn't my place to stumble onto you like that, but at the very least, I didn't mean to do it.

[He hasn't eaten since he was in his own universe. He's spent about a full day in Paradisa now, and the sizzling sound over the journal is enough to make his stomach growl almost audibly.]

If you wouldn't mind, a plate of them sent up to my room would be appreciated.

Oh! [Does she know you? No, but she heard your stomach growl!]

Goodness, of course! Who should I ask the ghosts to send it to?

Ask them to take it to Kururu Souchou's room.
[A few seconds' pause, then:] Please.

Of course! It should be there soon, Mr. Souchou.

[There's some softer talking on the other side of the journal and then...a knock.]

[He has to leap up to grab his doorknob to open the door (it's over a foot taller than he is, luckily Keronians are excellent jumpers!), but he's pleased to see that the knocker is none other than one of the ghosts carrying a plate of the crepes. He takes the plate from the ghost (noting with a bit of chagrin that it has to bend down to hand it to him), and closes the door with his foot.]

Thank you. These certainly look appetizing.

You're very welcome! I do hope you enjoy them.

[There's the tinny, metallic sound of a fork scraping against the plate, somewhat audible through the journal.]

So, are you a chef, or what?

Not in particular, although I do enjoy it. I used to bake, but I can't really do that in Paradisa...

Hm? Why can't you bake here, then?

[No one's told him about losses yet, unfortunately. He's also speaking with his mouth full! R-U-D-E.]

[Well then, prepare for a rude awakening!

Also, eew, she wrinkles her nose when she hears you, but you can't see it obviously.]

Erm, it's my loss. Everyone in the castle has one...Are you new, Mr. Souchou?

[Swallows and stops eating for a moment - thank goodness! - as the word "loss" reaches him. It makes him vaguely uneasy to hear, but he can't place why.]

Somewhat. I arrived here yesterday. What do you mean by loss?

Oh, that explains why you don't know! Well, I'll do my best to explain it.

Basically, when you come to Paradisa, the castle takes something away from you, like a memory or a skill that means something to you. It's sort of like a payment for staying here I suppose, but I assume you get it back when the castle chooses to send you home.

This is very new to me.
[It worries him, too, but he's remarkably skilled at not showing that to you.]

How do people know that they've lost what they've lost? When does it come up, or when do they realize it?

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Well, for me, I didn't discover anything wrong until I tried to bake...

[And she denied it for a while, of course, but she's not going to mention that.]

...Usually, when you try to do or remember something that's a loss, you find that you can't do or remember it. That's the only way to figure it out.

[The scraping sound starts up again, but he doesn't start eating again - it sounds like he's just moving the food around absentmindedly.]

I suppose I should figure out what mine is fairly soon, in that case.

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