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paradisalost2011-11-22 03:24 pm
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[ The "gr8" Marquise Spinneret Mindfang has found herself in a castle, somewhat out of the blue, along with a mysterious journal. After a moment of inspection, she has discovered a variety of different writing styles and - no, it can't have possibly just spoken to her. She is simply shocked by her sudden relocation, that must be it. Either way, it is certainly a curious artifact. Past experience tells her to be wary, but a compulsion to chronicle her journey takes over her.
She supposes that, if nothing else, this will help her understand this journal - and perhaps this mysterious castle - better.
She finds a spot to sit as she writes, on a couch in what appears to be some sort of lobby. And then she begins. ]
I appear to have found myself in a foreign loc8tion; a castle as far as my eyes can discern. I do not remem8er how I came to 8e here, nor is it clear why I am here. Last I can recall, my ships were under siege 8y the Neophyte Legislacerator, yet neither she nor my crew are here. This is unlike any sort of prison I have had the pleasure of knowing, so I cannot imagine that I have 8een captured. Yet I cannot yet conceive of another option.
As of now, however, I am free to move around. I 8elieve that I shall take this opportunity to explore. If my luck continues to persist, and I am confident that it shall, I will hopefully find myself with a reason 8efore the day is through.
[ She nearly closes the journal here, to stand up and explore as she had written, but a curiosity keeps her tied to the open page. Normal journals, of course, do not change without somebody writing in them.
But Mindfang is not dumb enough to assume that this is anything that might qualify as "a normal journal." ]
She supposes that, if nothing else, this will help her understand this journal - and perhaps this mysterious castle - better.
She finds a spot to sit as she writes, on a couch in what appears to be some sort of lobby. And then she begins. ]
I appear to have found myself in a foreign loc8tion; a castle as far as my eyes can discern. I do not remem8er how I came to 8e here, nor is it clear why I am here. Last I can recall, my ships were under siege 8y the Neophyte Legislacerator, yet neither she nor my crew are here. This is unlike any sort of prison I have had the pleasure of knowing, so I cannot imagine that I have 8een captured. Yet I cannot yet conceive of another option.
As of now, however, I am free to move around. I 8elieve that I shall take this opportunity to explore. If my luck continues to persist, and I am confident that it shall, I will hopefully find myself with a reason 8efore the day is through.
[ She nearly closes the journal here, to stand up and explore as she had written, but a curiosity keeps her tied to the open page. Normal journals, of course, do not change without somebody writing in them.
But Mindfang is not dumb enough to assume that this is anything that might qualify as "a normal journal." ]