PARADISA LOST

[The following is written in a dark orange ink, the handwriting seems almost purposefully neat.]

Day one in this uncharted land.

The snow quiets the world outside, making this whole thing all the more unsettling. I saw a town from this castle's window, but I have not yet ventured there. There are questions I must answer before I can continue with the exploration.

I have yet to find a lead on who is responsible for my kidnapping. My team will be most displeased to find that I am gone... Unless, perhaps, I was only one in a series of kidnappings that could bring them here, too? I just may be part of a bigger plan.

I also have yet to figure out where this journal came from. The pen as well is lost on me, though I do appreciate its apparent knowledge of my preferences, as disconcerting as that is at the same time.

It has grown late into the evening, and I dare not venture out. My name on the door of this room must mean it is mine to use. I am growing tired now... This bed shall suffice.

I will write again tomorrow, should anything new occur.

[Hamlet sets the pen down, reading over his work for a moment before letting out a deep, perhaps relieved sigh.]

Romeo would be proud. ... [And then another sigh, though this one seems... much less forced, and very much displeased.]

I hope they're alright...

Ahh, today the sun shines brighter and the sky is clearer. Forget that the weather does not change, forget that the season stays in eternal spring. Today is a good day, if we can but make it one. The world seems brighter if we hold it dear.

( Nero )

( Bacchus )

[clearing his throat. There are the sounds of footsteps instead of A-T noises, and every once in a while a slight burn is made in the page due to some stray electricity. His voice is kinda raspy, as he didn't use it for a while and immediately started screaming when he got it back because sparks were going all over.]

As nice as it is to have my voice back, I'd really enjoy if the castle would perhaps give me a well-deserved break. I cannot see the humor in this, nor do I find that my frustration is at all a needed part of my everyday life.

Nero, thank you for your... help, during my silence.

( Nii-chan, Yuan-san, and Romeo )

( Nero )

[Recorded, the sound of a piece of fabric being pulled out and flipped open. A folded piece of paper hits the floor, making a small sound. Then there is silence until Hamlet notices the journal's open and decides on writing something.]

How does this thing manage to open when we aren't looking? Seriously.




If anyone's wondering, I'm already sick of being silent.

( Room Filter )

[filtered away from Chris, Yuan, and Romeo]

... This place certainly does have some issues, doesn't it? But, what can we do about it? I suppose we'll all have to deal with what's gone on, and what is to come.

As for last night, the damage is done. Things will repair themselves over time, and we needn't dwell on the events. Grievance for those lost is appropriate, of course... However, if you remain with lingering feelings of regret or anger towards anyone or anything... I ask that you rethink the situation. Circumstances and emotional overloads tend to blow things out of proportion, or make the truth unclear...

[a rather long pause, and there is a meow... then a weird squawk/meow noise.]

Ah--... I need to get you guys fed... [Pause as he clears his throat, and then a muttering of something about his pride...]

... It seems I'm out of a room for a while...

( Naruto-san )

... At least I've read a little about what's going on...

Could have given me a better room.

( Yuan-san )

[Filtered away from Chris, Romeo, and Yuan. Written slowly and carefully, somewhat hard as if otherwise the pen would shake violently.]

Hmm. Never really [pause] understood. I doubt he did either. It's simply mind-blowing, how someone can stand so much...

I've always wondered the extent to which my previous self here went, but even I underestimated myself. It's kind of frightening, but I think I was actually happy here before. Extremely happy, at that. I didn't really want to leave, I don't think.

Is it that bad that I kind of wish I could remember?


[[OOC: Hamlet found something from Valentines Day that he gave to Chris, but Romeo ended up with. No one ever read it, so... I figured it was about time someone found it.]]