66 is a rite of passage

[theoniongirl]

[written] January 11

[there's no year. What purpose did years have in a place that mixed and matched them at will? But the date was important. Somehow it seemed more so, with the journals empty. Like starting over, though her old journal sat next to her on the table, a reminder.

Pencil still in hand, she switches to speaking, musing as much to herself as to the castle at large]

Sometimes it feels like everything is made up of chapters in a book. They're all connected, but each one is something...new.

I've been here two years now, today. I'm still not sure if it feels like a long time or barely a breath...and now the castle seems to want a fresh start.

[she smiles, and it's evident in her voice as she starts to doodle a little twig man in the margin...her first sketch in the new book] I wonder how this chapter will go?

[OOC: As I'm not sure when I will be unable to comment here any longer, threads have been set up here for anyone who wants to continue them]

Comments

[theoniongirl]

...I like the people, which is enough.

[payback]

It seems like everybody is kinda suspicious of this place! Does anybody like it?

[theoniongirl]

I think... it's like any other place, really. If you're there long enough, you learn both the good and the bad.

I don't dislike it here. Not at all, actually. But I think we've learned to be wary, too.

[payback]

Do you think something bad is going to happen...?

[theoniongirl]

[her tone turns reassuring] No. No, it's not like that. It's more...

Life is never smooth. And this place tends to... exaggerate that. Something is going to happen, because something always does. And that something could be wonderful and magical...or it could be terrifying.

And really, that's what life is about, right? [a small laugh] We just have something a bit more focused to point at here, with the castle being in control.

[payback]

[Normally Rin would agree no sweat! Now she just sounds a little dubious, kind of uncertain.]

If you say so, I guess... everyone seems to expect the worst out of this place.

[theoniongirl]

It can seem like that, sometimes. And, maybe, some of us are.

But for me it's more...preparing. Like...I have an art class in town. I'm never really sure how many people will come, but I set out what I think will be enough supplies before people arrive. If some go unused, that's okay. And if there are more than I was expecting, then I can always find more paint. But I've taken steps, either way.

[payback]

... I guess that makes sense... what kind of things happen here though? That everyone finds it so nerve-wracking?