Rooms

[Locked to Sacha L/Alexander M]

I am sorry for my behaviour as of recently.

[Locked to Adam W]

Are you still here?

[Public]

Bit by bit, I find myself settling into these new surroundings. It's almost becoming normal, I must say.

[Locked to Gisele L]

Would you be a dear and have the servants clear out the basement cellar? The one with no windows.

[Even in his dreams, the world was different, everything bright like it had been hyper-saturated with color. The garden was a mix of the one he had now and the one from home, from England, where life had been all bright lights and dark despair with their futures penned out by their mother and father in precise, perfected detail. Alex had broken the mold, yet in his dreams he always returned to his favorite places. Never to the houses, always to the gardens.

The fountain from one of them stood before him, the water shut off as they were in winter. Yet the granite bench beneath him wasn't cold, only hard and unyielding as he looked up fountain. He liked it more when the water was running, liked the noise to tune everything else, but here there was only the low thrum of cicadas and the occasional chirp of a bird.]

Who: Alex and NPC Eric
What: A change.
Where: The gardens of their plantation
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Bloody? Alex dying? (Stop cheering, he comes back.)

( Night, a nip, a taste, a death. )

[Locked to Alexander M]

[It's turning into a diary of sorts, a place to put her thoughts even if no one's around to listen to them. It's easier, she thinks, than saying 'Dear Diary' and writing to an inanimate object. At least Alexander was real at one point in her life.]

( Dear Alexander... )

[Marta F]

You okay?

[Liam R]

[It takes time. He does a lot of backspacing before it actually gets posted.]

Any update? I mean, are you still in DC? Come up with a name yet?

[Public]

Thank god. I was so worried that we'd all die of boredom before something else fucking ridiculous happened.

Guess these assholes must have gotten the memo.

[She hasn't heard from him since he broke things off with her, isn't even sure if he's still around any longer or if he's still in Vegas. But writing helps her get some of her thoughts out, and it's better than talking to herself to clear her mind. So she locks the post, just in case, and lets it out.]

( Dear Alexander... )

We have a visitor. His name is Eric. Do come out from your bedroom and try to be sociable.

[Locked to Jude M]

I wish I could [Nothing posted.]

[Locked to Ashleigh D]

I'm sor [Nothing posted.]

[Locked to Chloe M Gisele L]

There are times when I miss Jude.

[As Gisele L]

This is certainly an interesting situation.

Has anyone found any explanations as to the cause of this predicament?

[written in an elegant, flowing script, after much debate over which language is most appropriate on her end]

What sorcery is this?

[Public, as Jude M]

I've heard near death experiences can be very profound, but I could have picked a better purgatory than a mad man in Wonderland.


[Locked to Murphys]

Surprise.

[As Will G]

I don't believe this journal was approved by the doctors here. Interesting concept, though I'm wondering if I'm simply imagining it.

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