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Oct. 22nd, 2013


[ video/writing ]

[At first, there is a short video of a woman in the Welcome Center, listening to the ladies with a smile on her face, not doing or saying anything until she is handed the journal and the ladies finally stop talking.]

Thank you. [She directs a warm smile at them, opening the journal and, after some moments of simply looking at it, starting to write.]

How strange. For such a long time, writing is all I have done, this hardly seems like a weird thing to do, anymore.

If I understood right, what I write here is not for my eyes only. In that case… I don’t know how you did that, or who you are, but you have saved me from days that were grey and long. There is little art in a place as dreary and monotonous as the one I was confined to, but perhaps… miracles do happen. [This is accompanied by a soft laugh, lightly amused, a jab at the name she was told this place to have.]

However, I have the greatest interest in talking to one special person. My dear Sherlock… if this reaches you, I hope you know I am still waiting for your letter. There is no one who understands me like you do, no one whose company I would long for more than yours. Perhaps now it will be possible.

If you’re here… write to me.

Oct. 20th, 2013


[ video ]

[Nighttime brings back with it a certain dark-haired girl dressed in a long and heavy coat, a covered up sword slung across on her back, who is currently staring down at the journal from somewhere in the city. Her eyes seem more distant than anyone in Kiseki will remember them, perhaps colder but at the same time worn deeply by something like sorrow--something she could not or would not begin to explain aloud.]

[Her lips part, slowly.]

This place is...

[She remembers now. Part of her questions it almost as a gut reaction, but the memories are there, in full whether she accepts them or not. Whether she forgot all of it outside of Miracle Country. The memories of the people here especially, both those she knew "outside" and the "friends" made... It's a strange feeling as it all streams back in.]

That all that time could pass and I would still be brought here again. Am I to believe it is truly real?

[You always can't hear what she adds, to herself.] Could I?

[......................][More importantly, the two people on her mind the most, could they still be--] How long...?


It's quite clear to him, upon waking up, that this is not, in fact, his home. It's also abundantly clear that these women are not the ones whose services he enjoyed last night. He's kinky, yes, but five is a bit excessive even for him. He cuts straight to the chase.

"Excuse me, ladies. Might I inquire as to where I am and how I was taken from my flat without my companion knowing?"

Then they all start chattering at once, making him wince and cover his ears in annoyance, "A bit slower, please, and one at a time, thank you!"

But his reaction goes unheeded as they continue to prattle on in no language he was familiar with, but roughly translated to english at points. A small book is also being thrust into his face which serves to make him even more frustrated and 100% done with all of this nonsense. Aggravated he snatches the journal and shoos them away.

"Yes, yes, write, I know! It's about the only thing I was able to make out among your incessant gibberish!"

With a long huff, he takes the pen and proceeds to write the following:

"Right. First of all, I haven't kept a diary of this nature since adolescence. Secondly, I was able to determine through the inane babbling of those strange women I encountered, that my means of communicating with others is to write in this book. Because asking for a telephone seems completely out of the question."

"Now then. To business. My name is Sherlock Holmes. I'm a consulting detective to the NYPD and if I have indeed been abducted, they will very soon begin a search and rescue. Therefore, I advise whoever is responsible for this to cease this prank immediately and allow me to return to my work. That way all of us get what we want and no one gets hurt."

"I might also add that my associate, Miss Watson, is a highly skilled martial artist and quite capable of taking down anyone who makes her the least bit upset. No really, it's terrifying, actually. You don't want to make her angry, I assure you. So... all the better to release me sooner rather than later."

Pauses and frowns. Scribbles.

"Note to self; never accept any beverages from new acquaintances again lest they drug me and drag me to some remote location with a bunch of idiots claiming this is "another world"."

Oct. 18th, 2013



Who: Everyone \o/
Where: Everywhere.
When: Today and during this week, mostly.
Rating: Who knows.
Warnings: All the warnings.


Kiseki has undergone a lot of changes, and with it comes new housing, new islands, and more importantly, new characters!

Play out anything you'd like regarding these changes here.