42 years;

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

The roof doesn't feel any closer to the ground, even after the Castle lost a few floors. It's weird.

[Hamlet]
[pen taps, deep breath... long pause]

Where are you?

Comments

[dramatic-orange.livejournal.com]

[the reply comes several minutes later. It is the sound of the journal being flung away. It sounds like it lands in leaves. Then there's shifting, and lots of murmuring that sound kind of frantic.]

permanently filtered, to be safe;

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

[quietly murmured "Dammit" and orbing nosies]

Ditto;

[dramatic-orange.livejournal.com]

Dammitdammitdammit...!

[He's probably screaming in frustration at himself when Chris gets there, huddled against a tree in the woods. Thus, the screaming and his freaking out completely drowns out the orbing noises of both his departure and his arrival]

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

[watching for only a minute before he kind of rushes over and kneels down, reaching for his shoulder] Hamlet!

[dramatic-orange.livejournal.com]

[Jolting away from the hand, and staring at him wide-eyed. He can't tell, and Chris probably can't either, if he's happy, angry, scared, relieved, or utterly distraught. There's a bit of everything in there.]

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

[just... letting his hand hover there and watching Hamlet, his expression conveying mostly worry and some surprise at Hamlet's reaction]

[dramatic-orange.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly looking really shocked, and just.... kind of collapsing back into a little ball in front of Chris, and it's apparent that he's hiding himself]

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[taking Hamlet's shoulders and trying to force him to sit back up]

Knock it off.

[dramatic-orange.livejournal.com]

[doing what he says, which is... really odd for him.]

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

[frowning a little and sitting back on his haunches]

... what's going on?

[dramatic-orange.livejournal.com]

[silence.... where he's not really looking at anything in particular... and then he curls up again suddenly. His arms wrap around his knees, and his hands ball up into fists.]

I fucked up...! I'm such an idiot... D-dammit...!

[cloakand_danger]

Lost floors? I haven't been all the way up yet, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, after all the rearranging.

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

Yeah... 11 in total. How did your floor fare?

[cloakand_danger]

I'm still in the same place, but I suddenly have some interesting neighbors.

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

... That's what I meant anyway. Anyone I know?

[cloakand_danger]

Well, Martel's still down the way, and now Kratos is across the hall and one over. ...And the door across from his, my next-door neighbor, says 'Lloyd Irving' on it, which I understand to be Lloyd Aurion's name after he was adopted.

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

[paaause; small, amused breath]

Really.

[cloakand_danger]

Yes, it seems that no matter what else may change, the castle retains its sense of humor.

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

At least your room didn't get repainted.

[cloakand_danger]

That's true, my room didn't change at all. I suppose I should be grateful for small favors.

Are you in the same place?

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

Yeah. And I think there's only one new person on my floor. It's been pretty much full for a few days now.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

Dimensionally transcendental, probably.

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I figured it was something like that. Still, being up on the roof when everything was changed and not physically feeling a shift... Pretty strange.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

Did you?

Yes, I can see how it would be - perturbing.

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

Not in those exact words, but yeah.

I'm just glad my own floor wasn't affected. much