Doors

There is nothing more boring than the Mundane world.

Text to Cael:

DO YOU HAVE A CURRENT PASSPORT?

It turns out time travelers, they are not so fond of pianos as I am.

[Wren H]

Are you upset? You were upset.

[Daniel W]

Was this time better than last time? Or worse?

[Later] [Sunny]

Thank you for the box. It was important, I think. I remember thinking, at the time, anyway. Are you all right, now we're all back?

[Edited to add]

[Jack]

Are you all right? Wren said she didn't know.

Wow, well, THAT was certainly a lot of fun! This Las Vegas of yours is really pretty neat. Granted, flying cars are a little better than those cars that you guys got, but hey, it was still fun.

...I'm still out of shape after a week of being in another place, though! Anyone looking for a sparring partner?

I own a fucking big cat preserve now in the middle of I-don't-know-the-fuck-where Africa. I should have blown up something in that fucking city

Goodbye Ren Faire land and bad acid trip. Hello home. Thank fuck.

Hastily sprawled out between drops of tea stains in the journal, as though the author was scrambling to get the words down.

FRODO, YOU OWE ME.
I THOUGHT YOU SAID THE SHIRE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A NICE, QUIET, PEACEFUL PLA....

It is like Hobbiton, and Gondor, and Gandalf's fireworks all rolled into one.
Only the buildings are taller than I am comfortable with.

?Query?

Does anyone want to trade breeks?
I am tired of walking on/out of these.

HOUSTON? I THINK WE HAVE A PROBLEM.

[ If the book answers back, she figures, why can't it answer questions? ]

The Mayor?

[Amongst a journal entry that displays flowers and several leafs of a similar style, can barely be discerned a few words written and scattered in between doodled whorls and vines]

‘West is the spirit of water. It is the direction from which darkness comes.
It is the power of change, the place of dreams, introspection and the unknown.
The west signifies purity and strength.'
o´❀¸(░) `O.¸¸.¸.o´❀'Alfirin?' flower ❁⚘~❀~~❁~~♫♫ ¯`❄.¸(░) `O.❄。¨¯`*✲ ´*。.❄¨¯`*✲⚘❁❀ 'Mallorn' leaf 。❄*´*。✲O.¸¸.¸.o´❁⚘~~~❁⚘❁⚘⚘'Eres Sea?'¯`o.¸(░)`O.¸¸.✲.♫♫♪¸.o´¯`¸.o´¯`❄¸(░)Mae govannen? = greeting?❁⚘~~~❁⚘❁⚘ `O.¸¸.¸.✲´¯`o.¸(░) `O.¸❄。`O.¸¸.¸.o´¯`❄。¨¯`*.Read Beowolf....¸.o´♫♫♪¯`o.¸(░)`O.¸¸.¸.o´¯`❄.¸(░)´*。✲´*。.❄¨¯`*✲。Jack/Aragorn?.¸❄。`O.¸¸.¸.o´¯♫♫♪`❄。¨¯`*....¸.o´¯`o 4x4 Rental/Malcolm




And yes, Chay is still trying to figure this journal thing out

A users manual, maybe a map, hell, even a 'welcome to' letter could have come with this thing. You'd think someone got the hint after I threw it out the first two times.

Cold wind
blows across sand
sending grains of rock dust
like a snake, spiraling across the
desert.

Anybody have Bailey's and Irish whisky to go with this coffee?

So I said to my shrink, "You know what's a great place for a recovering alcoholic? Vegas." At first, she insisted there were better places for me. Like the Cayman Islands, or Barbados. But I insisted, and she realized her mistake with the help of an impressive check and a bottle of very expensive port.

That said, the view from this bungalow is great. I can lay in bed and watch all the pretty bunnies get some sun.

Anyone know where the good hookers are?

[In the small hours of the morning, towards three, a drawing appears across all the journals. It has been done in ink, and no name is associated with it, even when it appears on tablet or phone screens instead of paper. There is no text associated with the image; it appears to be a sleepless doodle in the book.]

( a strange, still street beneath a mountain. )

[after this.]

[Paging Mr. Winter Hawk, Mr. Winter Hawk, you have a telephone call at the Front Desk... ]
( ... )

[scrawled swift, in sarcastic cursive. buffy's handwriting.]

Dear Diary,
Today, I finally decided to open creepy book.
Creepy book totally looks like a book,
pages,
cover,
title, but surprise.
Just blank...
This isn't a real book, even if it looks really booky.
And smells like that Inca mummy girl...
I'm writing in the creepy book right now, because books that have blank pages are usually diaries, but books that magically appear out of no where are usually an omen of ills to come. Sent by future recipients of one of my Hell of a right hook's.
So whatever you are, we're going to figure it out.
If you're a baddie with too much time on your hands?
Hunt you down.
And when we do? Let's just say you should be practicing the word,
"Ouch."

[Public]
Are there religious people here? Or people with a strong sense of faith? I feel [...] lost I suppose is the best way to describe it and not even dance is helping.  I suppose I'm wondering how to deal with the loss of someone you loved and how to help someone through that kind of loss.

I've been working a lot lately, even though I'm just an intern. Luckily a paid one, or Da would have never let me move here. He still doesn't think the big city is a place for a lass like me, but that's neither here nor there. Da did say he's been visiting to London more frequently lately, which makes me a wee bit glad that I'm not on the other side of the pond right now. Those journeys were never the greatest, though London is quite a beautiful city, at least certain parts are, anyway.