PARADISA

[If any other campers happen to be heading down towards the canoeing area, they might notice a rather strange thing going on! A girl, who might be recognized as part of Aphrodite's cabin, is currently hanging out on the dock, holding an oar and studying the canoe with a mix of fear and dread. After all, nuns weren't exactly cut out to swim, were they?]

This .. is silly. After all, it's just a floating piece of wood...

[It seems like she's trying to give herself a pep talk.]

But maybe it's because it's just a big piece of wood and I can't exactly swim--

[Oh! There she goes trying to talk herself out of it!]

But I said I would take this class, so even if it kills me... Besides, I don't really want to be trying to figure out a weapon right now either..

[Do you want to put her out of her misery and help her out? Or maybe just stop by and lend her moral support or some directions? Esther looks like one heck of an unhappy camper, at the moment!]

[Esther actually seems kind of sad and not her normal, cheery self!]

I guess.. people have been saying the children have all gone...

[Oh? Is that it? It's easier to miss something that you never had! Esther, while she did help others out with childcare cough, Father Tres, was not given a child of her own! On one hand, that was probably a good thing - who would it have looked like? She didn't have a partner in Paradisa. On the other, it made her kind of sad to see the tots go.]

I hope people aren't too sad over their departure. After all, it had to happen at some point! Still, they were cute...

[Sniff!

Looks like the one who is upset is Esther! But she pulls herself together quickly. After all, she had a mission in this broadcast!]

I was thinking .. perhaps one night some people would like to get together and make dinner? Some of you may be used to eating in groups and it can be lonely here, if you don't have someone to eat with. We could make a night out of it, making dinner and eating together, even having dessert!

A-Ah.. if people are interested..

I know this might be beating a dead horse but ...

[Her voice is kind of panicked. All she'd wanted to do was go down to the kitchen and fix herself a snack! She'd been spending too much time in her room, especially since the Father had been -- ... no. It was best not to dwell on that now. There were bigger problems. Problems that happened to be red and dancing in the lobby. Everyone else had been talking about them too.]

The lobsters in the lobby - is this a normal occurrence? Something that the castle does to the residents often?

[Because honestly, how rude! She'd been assailed just trying to cross it by the dancing things! Lobsters that big .. they didn't exist and they sure didn't dance! What kind of magic was this?]

Also .. when are they going to leave?

( [filtered to any member of the clergy] )

[ She doesn’t believe in this nonsense. How could she? Something like .. writing into a journal was so innocuous – it couldn’t be a means of communication. It certainly didn’t make any sense! But … on that train of thought; what about this place made sense? She was in a huge castle that somehow knew her name. Right.

After observing for a few days, this seemed like the best way to communicate with others in the castle.]

My name is Esther Blanchett.

[She can’t help it, she’s speaking under her breath as she pens the words carefully into the book. Her handwriting is neat, though a little cramped. Will someone answer back?]

I’d like to know where I am and under whose authority I am being held here. If possible I would like to be returned to Londinium as soon as possible. It is very important that I am returned home.

[There! Not too accusatory, but definitely not mild, either. Settling back in her chair, she stared at the book in front of her, willing words to appear. She would figure this out. And she would go home. It was all a matter of time.]