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.]

Comments

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

Oh wow.

You're... You're not me, are you?

I've heard that can happen sometimes.

[Good job, Penny. Good job. orz]

[lyingishard.livejournal.com]

[Oh no..is she talking to Codex? But she's Codex, right? Maybe this really is insanity confused voice]

Not unless you're Codex.

[And as cool as that would be, I really hope you're not.]

icon win

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

Oh! Whew, okay good. I'm Penny. Sorry, didn't mean for that to be such a weird question, it's just, the castle does freaky stuff like that sometimes.

[sounds incredibly relieved! Because yes. Agreement with both those last sentiments.]

Re: icon win

[lyingishard.livejournal.com]

[Here, have a relieved Codex too. Very much so. Now she can be excited about her new situation...living The Game, or so she thinks.]

I'm Cyd, er Codex. [She is in the Game after all.] How long have you been playing here?

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

Playing?

Oh! That's right, you just arrived, didn't you? I've afraid I'm not doing a very good job of introductions...

Um, okay. This is going to sound really, really weird and for a lot time I thought I was dreaming but, y'know, since I haven't woken up yet it kind of shoots down that theory, but... Well, we're in a magic castle. That kidnaps people.

[lyingishard.livejournal.com]

[Trying briefly to keep from laughing, and barely succeeding. Of course they're in a magical castle. It's The Game.]

The Game is full of magic, of course the castles would have it too.

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

...

Well, that does make more sense than the dream theory.

[lyingishard.livejournal.com]

[Wait a second..something's not right here.]

You don't play the Game? If you don't play the Game, then how are you inside of it with me?

[handsthathelp.livejournal.com]

[oh so much confusion <3]

Um... no?

[and that's a good question, have a pause] Do you have to know about the game to be in it? Cause there are some people who come from places where they don't even have computers.

[is... actually giving this some serious thought!]

[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?