paradisa

[ Ellie is silent for a moment, before sighing. ]

I give this place about twenty points just for not being too high on the bullshit meter.

And I get there's a price for making wishes, but still?

Here's the bullshit: I've got something to celebrate, and from what I've gathered in those "days of old" stories before the world ended? You get a cake when you've got something to party about. I already spent a wish on a pizza party, and since I'm basically trained to not trust anything, I won't let myself go any further.

So.

Baking. How does one accomplish it, and where the fuck does one start?

threeweeksago

[Ellie hasn't been seen much in the past week. After news of the bloater began to drift about, she'd holed up in her room for a few days. Bloaters were bad news, and it was hard to believe there was only one Infected roaming the castle's halls, so she wasn't taking any chances.

... But a week passed, and there wasn't any more panicking, so Ellie supposed it was time to start socializing again.]

Y'know, I get that the damn castle can be pretty dickish sometimes. I've been here long enough to understand that, and it'd be really fucking stupid to not be wary of this place just because you've been here for a while.

But randomly releasing Infected into the halls? And a fucking bloater? What the fuck is wrong with this place?

threeweeksago

( Filtered to Joel )

threeweeksago

Snow sucks. I don't get why people make such a big deal out of this season. Everything looks dead and everyone's freezing their asses off the moment they step outside. Where's the fun in that?

Seriously. Fuck winter.

[Ellie's walking as she's writing this (and any replies to comments), and isn't paying much attention to the decorations. Not that she'd really know what they were all about, so she could be walking right under a bit of mistletoe without even noticing...]

threeweeksago

So, hey. Question time.

[As Ellie speaks, there's a sound in the background; the sounds of guitar stings being plucked. Not in any sort of tune or song, but in the slow, unsteady notes of someone trying to get used to how the instrument works.]

How long does it take 'till you stop totally sucking at playing an instrument and start getting good? [She lets out a huff, strumming at a few more notes.] I thought this was going to be way less complicated...

[Anyone wandering into the music room a while after the post is made can find Ellie still there, seated with a guitar in her hands and a look of concentration on her face as she continues to practice. She's so focused on her task at hand, in fact, that she isn't exactly paying attention to the room's entrance, and therefor won't notice any sudden intrusions...]

threeweeksago

[So this is the first time Ellie's doing up a post of her own to the weird journal things. Even after being in Paradisa for a few weeks now, it's still a real fucking weird method of communication, but she can't keep complaining about it when this is the best way to get in contact with everyone.]

Okay, so, quick question. Does anyone around here know how to make a bow? And arrows too, I guess. I'd like to have more than just a gun and a knife if things go to hell here, but I do not trust this weird magic shit with a weapon, no matter how simple it is.

I'm not asking anyone to make it for me. Just... show me how. It'd be a gigantic fucking help.

threeweeksago

[Oh man. Oh man this was not good. Not good at all. Last night had been one of those rare nights where Ellie actually got a good night of sleep, a mercifully dreamless sleep where she wasn't haunted by the Infected or the hunters or the faces of all the people she had known and lost.

So of fucking course something had to happen the next fucking day. The morning had started so nicely, and then suddenly everything kind of went weird and she woke up in... wherever the fuck this was. Not cool. What's even less cool is that she woke up alone. Outside of That Incident at the resort in winter, she can't remember the last time she woke up alone. Even in the present, Joel always hung around their tiny little cabin at least until she was awake before heading off. So... being alone in a strange place with no memory of how she got here? That sent a clear jolt of panic lancing through her.

Not even stopping to really absorb her surroundings, Ellie takes off running with no real direction.]

Joel? [She's trying not to sound panicked, but she's not doing a very good job of it.] Joel, where are you, you asshole?!

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