1 confused priestess

[lyingishard.livejournal.com]

Oh wow..

This is not my apartment. Oh no, what did I do last night? If this is one of Fawkes's jokes, it really isn't funny.

[dead silence for about a minute while she looks out the window]

It-It's finally happened. I'm in The Game.

[looks down at herself] Then why do I still look like me and not Codex? [sees the journal] And why are you transcibing everything I say? You're doing it now! Stop!

[OOC: Home now.]

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[lyingishard.livejournal.com]

You don't?

[pinches herself -hard-, nothing changes] Ow.

You usually do, but I don't have a computer with me, and I'm here. [starts pacing back and forth]

The only way to be sure would be to explore. If I don't see anything I recognize, then I guess I'm not in the Game after all.

[Logic, that's good in this situation.] I guess I could also try to find my guildmates, since they're bound to show up. [frustrated sigh] If only I could remember details about them.

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

Oh! I could give you the tour if you'd like. Do you know what room you're in?

And the journals work like two way radios. If you made filters to your friends, I'm sure they'll answer if they're here.

[lyingishard.livejournal.com]

[A tour seems like a very good idea. Get out and explore. So far all she's seen is the room she appeared in.]

I don't. [a pause, while she thinks] Meet on the main floor maybe? [There has to be one of those, right?]

And, how do you make a filter?