Twentieth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal has been enjoying the peace and quiet after that whole slenderman mess. She really should have known something would ruin it. More to the point, she should have expected that speech about how her world worked on belief to come back and bite her on the ass.

Her first clue something is distinctly wrong was when she wakes up in the hallway outside her room. The next big warning klaxon is that her hair is in her eyes, that's definitely not normal. Looking down and seeing more cleavage than had been on show for a long time (ie: any) is the final horrible proof that her life is going to get especailly more difficult. Luckily, the journal is open on the floor to record her displeasure]

What the bloody HELL?!!

[She jumps up to a standing position pretty damn quickly; despite the fact this dress is clearly not designed with movement in mind, and tries her door, which does not open. Well, she's not having any of THOSE castle games, thank you very much. The journal picks up the loud BANG as she tries to punch her door off it's hinges, to no avail]

OH COME ON! What did I do to deserve this?

Comments

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Why does that smile not make her feel good?]

...Exactly. There's still a chance. Probably. One day.

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

It's all a matter of time.


--we've spoken before, haven't we? I remember your theories on that monster situation a few cycles back.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

That we have. [She offers a hand] Maladict.

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

[He takes hers, giving her a firm shake before his free hand meets her shoulder to secure the gesture with all the affection of familiarity. It's not prolonged however, and he withdraws both hands shortly thereafter.]

Clu.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Well, that was strange, but hey, people around here did seem pretty odd. She'll roll with it]

A pleasure.

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

[You can thank Flynn for that. If there's a more appropriate greeting, his maker and twin never really taught it to him.] Likewise.

Been here a while, have you?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs]

Only about seven Earth months. Long enough to get a feel for this place.

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

Shame, that you had to get used to it at all. There's so little to counter the chaos.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I don't know. A little chaos can be fun sometimes.

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

Oh well...that all depends on the kind.

And this place? Not my kind.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

This place does seem to have a certain irritating type of chaos.

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

And aside from drawing logical conclusions, what exactly do you do to occupy yourself in this place?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I watch people, I joined Peace Patrol in an attempt to have something of use to do.

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

[He purses his lips slightly, brow wrinkling.] That's it?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Well, there's not a lot you can do in a magical castle set against you. I'm not a God.

[end-0f-line.livejournal.com]

Even if you were, I think you'd find yourself in the same predicament. After all, I built an entire world, and I'm still standing here. Stuck, like you.

But you know, most people still have hobbies.