001; Dictated

[comsubin]

[ Well this is an odd situation to find yourself in. A man in military gear and a big ol' rifle strapped to his back is standing outside the castle in the nice cold night air staring up at it critically. He's got the journal open in one hand and every now and then looks down to flip a page or two over.

He seems to have gotten the basic gist of the thing at least, since he seems to be listening and reading things without really absorbing anything that's being said before flipping to a new page and talking. ]

Hey! What the hell is going on here? I've got no idea what game you're playing at, but I've got something more important I was in the middle of.

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[originalcopy]

Yeah.

It's on the fourth floor somewhere.

[comsubin]

Thanks.

[ Gonna check that one out, but later. ]

What else is wrong with this place?

[originalcopy]

Hey, I wouldn't want to ruin all the surprises.

Just keep on your toes. You never know what this place has in store next.

And don't touch anything odd in the lobby.

[comsubin]

[ Well at this this guy was still more helpful than the kid he met a moment ago.

He's not sure what counts as odd... but he's just not gonna touch anything and that'll solve that problem. ]

Got it.

[originalcopy]

Let me know what you find.

Oh... if you ever need to send a private message over the journal you can filter it to specific people. Either by a specific name, good description or by group, like "friends".

I'm Church by the way.

[comsubin]

So the castle does do some things right after all.

[ A short pause before adding in. ]

Colonnello. Send me a message if you figure out more about the maps.

[originalcopy]

One or two things.

Good luck.

[comsubin]

Thanks.