PARADISA LOST

I don't think my automobile likes me very much. Slow and steady...



[puttering 'round the track ... with Lakitu :|]

Oh, leave me alone! It's all connected, what does it matter if I get there the wrong way?!

September 29th, 1884

Although it was by no means the least expensive hotel in town, my new lodgings appear to far outstrip the old. I dislike to throw about the word "class" as though it has some inherent value, but I can’t help but feel that this is definitely a step above what I’m used to.

I haven’t gone far; there are people here, names on the doors (and how did they get my real name?), but no one familiar. If Banquo were here he’d already be the center of attention, I’m sure, for good or ill, so it’s probably safe to say we’ve been separated. I’d hope for his safety, but he’s a tough little bastard, and he’d resent me for it, so I won’t bother.

I suppose this is freedom.

[dictated]

Or the afterlife, but I rather think I wasn’t wrong about that.

Oh! It wrote that down.

That too!

[amused!] Hello!

Hooray for masculinity!

Not to disparage residents of the female variety. It's just not for me.


...I think I still have splinters from escaping the mass furniture destruction at that dinner party the other day. How unpleasant.

Wh-what-

[horrified silence, then sputtering that is both girly and Irish]

Why this?! How long have I gotten away without something like this happening?! How am I going to explain this when I try going to work tomorrow? They'll think I'm not me and I'll be in trouble!

...Oh, for the love of labor, my clothes don't even fit.

Castle! We are no longer on speaking terms!


[ooc: loss start! 8D]

( Private )

It's one thing to know that the town was damaged - it's something else entirely to be down here to see it. Awful. Still, rebuilding seems a better way to pass the time than waiting around for something else to go wrong.

Oh - um, Garland Detective Agency Assistant Lady? There isn't much left of the town office, obviously, but I cleared away a lot of the rubble and made it safer to walk around. A lot of what's left is pretty badly burned, but there might be parts of books or notes or something else useful still there, if you want them.

[dictated;]

Oh sweet Marx, I died of alcohol poisoning. I knew hitting the town with a stranger was a bad idea, I knew it.


[after he has time to check the place out more logically]

An entire house is a satisfactory step up from a single room, so no complaints there. I don't remember perusing the local real estate though, Johnny. And I don't know that person.

The sense this castle makes is rapidly approaching zero.

...Where did the castle go, anyway?