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24 (forward dated slightly)
[In the early morning hours of Sunday, there are some smudged words appearing in the journals, written in blue ink and a sloppy hand. For once, he's heeding the possibility that most of the castle residents are likely still sleeping--and he's trying to be quiet.]
It's November 11.
I've been here for a year today.
[He pauses, considering how far he's come in that past year, contemplating what he does and doesn't want to list out for the whole castle to see. In the end, he settles on a very brief little written list, more for the benefit of his own memory than anything else.]
In November, I got here.
In December, I kissed Maya Fey and Geoffrey Chaucer, and I went to Paris.
January brought Miles.
In February, I gained my voice back again.
March saw some really amazing birthday gifts.
In April, Sunflower found me.
In May, I was a mermaid, a phoenix, and a father.
In June everything started to make a lot more sense.
July took away my closest friend in this place, and also gave me something more.
In August, I tried to lead artists.
In September, I met my daughter.
And in October, I broke my leg, lost my arm, became a pony, and existed in others' nightmares.
Let's see what you've got to throw at me for this next year, castle.
[And then, because it's been far too long coming, he scribbles in a filter.]
[ Maya Fey ]
Maya. I need to tell you something.
It's November 11.
I've been here for a year today.
[He pauses, considering how far he's come in that past year, contemplating what he does and doesn't want to list out for the whole castle to see. In the end, he settles on a very brief little written list, more for the benefit of his own memory than anything else.]
In November, I got here.
In December, I kissed Maya Fey and Geoffrey Chaucer, and I went to Paris.
January brought Miles.
In February, I gained my voice back again.
March saw some really amazing birthday gifts.
In April, Sunflower found me.
In May, I was a mermaid, a phoenix, and a father.
In June everything started to make a lot more sense.
July took away my closest friend in this place, and also gave me something more.
In August, I tried to lead artists.
In September, I met my daughter.
And in October, I broke my leg, lost my arm, became a pony, and existed in others' nightmares.
Let's see what you've got to throw at me for this next year, castle.
[And then, because it's been far too long coming, he scribbles in a filter.]
[ Maya Fey ]
Maya. I need to tell you something.
written;
You've been here awhile.
I'm not sure if congratulations is in order. Considering this castle is dumb.
[ She has a hunch that this might be Phoenix, but she's not sure enough to divulge anything else. ]
written
Congratulate me for surviving, if you want!
written
Congratulations for surviving.
[ There might be a doodle of cake appearing next to that. It's not really good, but it gets the point across.
She was pretty darned sure this was Phoenix, by now. ]
written
[He circles the cake with his own pen and draws fireworks exploding over it.]
written
Well okay. That sealed the deal.
She paused, pressing the end of the pen to her lips, unsure what to write for a moment, before more writing appeared: ]
Are years long for you?
written
[What kind of question was that? He's beginning to piece together the mystery on his end of the nameless writing, too, but he's not quite there yet.]
The older I get, the shorter years seem to be.
Cliche but true.
written
Ah, human expressions. She furrowed her brow in thought. ]
Time seems a lot longer here.
[ Than being in the chassis, where time seemed to pass pretty quickly- living forever could do that to someone. ]
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To me, it seems like too much has happened for just one year. It went by so fast.
[He begins to doodle idle spirals in the margin of the page.]
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But there is so much time to spend freely.
[ She eyes the spirals in the margin, moving her pen a bit lower than his doodles and starting to sketch neat squares. Nothing special about them... ]
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[He chuckles then, softly, but loud enough to be heard if she's paying attention.]
Last month was a wild ride.
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It was.
I never want those nightmares to happen again.
[ She stops doodling after- really, she's thankful all of that is over... but might the castle have something even more degrading in store? ]
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Just went into others'.
[He draws a tic-tac-toe board and writes an X in the center.]
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[ She stops, looking at the tic-tac-toe board in confusion.
There's a pause before she writes, underneath it, with an arrow: ]
What is that?
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Ever played it?
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[ She's totally not an AI and she's totally incognito, yup yup. ]
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He scribbles out a practice "game" with himself, adding notes between the moves. First, an O in the top right corner, diagonal from his X in the center, and he writes, "X versus O." He continues making moves until he has three X's in a row, and he draws a line through them. "Three in a row wins," he writes.]
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Okay.
[ And she starts drawing a tic-tac-toe board next to it, trying to make the lines prim and proper, before hesitating and putting an 'O' in the top right corner. ]
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Your turn.
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And she tries, putting an 'o' in the lower right corner. ]
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And writes "haHA!" on the page for good measure.]
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Or something profound like that.]
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This is ridiculous.
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