First Story; Dictated;

[easily]

Niklaus? [Her voice carries over the journal, she hasn't yet realized it's dictating her words.] Brother, are you here?

I was just talking to him, he couldn't have gotten that far yet. Elijah? Kol? Finn? [Nothing. None of her brothers are calling back to her.

Her voice becomes a little more desperate.]

Mother? Father?

I don't know where this is. I know you were worried about the wolves and were looking for an answer from the spirits to protect us but where are we?

Are you even here?

[It's then that she realizes the journal is writing down her words.]

What is this thing? Why is it writing everything I'm saying? What kind of witchcraft is --

[But her message is cut short as she shuts her journal closed quickly.

It's all a little too much for her to take in.

She can however, still be found wandering around the lobby of the Castle looking really out of place.]

[ooc: open to action or delayed journal responses.]

Comments

Re: Action

[yay_heiress]

Who's fault is that? I actually had to explain spellcheck!

Action

[easily]

I cannot be blamed for what I do not know.

Re: Action

[yay_heiress]

Well, I do know how you feel. I used to get blamed for stuff I didn't know all the time back home.

Action

[easily]

That seems rather unfair.

Re: Action

[yay_heiress]

Ugh. Tell me about it.

Re: Action

[easily]

It is not as if you can control it.

Re: Action

[yay_heiress]

I know! People are all like 'London, how could you not know that?'

Re: Action

[easily]

London. Is that your name?

Re: Action

[yay_heiress]

Uh-huh!

Re: Action

[easily]

How interesting.

I am Rebekah.

Re: Action

[yay_heiress]

Rebekah? That's a pretty name!
It's right up there with London!