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Call me sentimental, but I have yet to get over being able to view a sunrise without squinting or with the use of some sort of protective eyewear. They really are quite something to behold, when I don't sleep through them.

XHORHAUS

I tranced last night, so I was up a bit early and did my best to be productive before having to head to school, which included stopping in at the bakery. Since it has been some time since I treated for breakfast and in hopes that it might cheer, I decided to do just that. So, once more, help yourselves to some pastries.

Oh, and since it has also been quite some time since I kept up the other side of my incredibly ironclad agreement with you, Jester: you all continue to be very pretty. (But Caleb wins out on the scale, as I predictably play favorites.)

A blanket apology is due for anyone who had to interact with me yesterday; I'm not sure what happened, but I was in a terrible mood. No excuse for it, of course, but does it make it any more acceptable if I think that the general malaise was magical in origin?

Anyhow, it has been brought to my attention many times that I have a tendency to prattle on when I write, so in a bid to keep this brief and easily digestible for those among you who prefer aperitifs to feasts, today I've got a simple question for you to answer: What, in your life back home, was the stupidest, most embarrassing, most avoidable injury you have ever given yourself or received? Please note the words "stupidest" and "embarrassing" here as they will be doing the heavy lifting - I don't want to read thirty stories of thinly-disguised boasting about how effortlessly amazing you are, because after saving the orphans from the fire while being pursued by venomous bats (for example), you managed to bruise your shin. No, I specify stupid and embarrassing. This is a bid to make us all feel better for our bad moods yesterday by laughing at ourselves.

My story: my friends and I had found ourselves in the Blight, which is a flat, inhospitable desert with a wide variety of things that desperately wanted to kill us. As you likely know, I am a wizard. Unfortunately, magic was not functioning properly in the Blight and I was not able to defend myself magically, and so it was a nonstop stretch of my warrior and assassin friends saving me left and right while I stood about being useless. I was, to put it plainly, feeling rather sore about it. Eventually I hid a very wicked knife against my side in the event that I was grabbed for the nineteenth time by someone murderous and needed to defend myself. Unfortunately, that was when we were attacked by a sand Kraken (I didn't know they existed, either) and it picked me up, gave me a squeeze, and tossed me over what felt like half the desert but was probably only thirty feet. Both the squeeze and my landing ensured that my expertly-hidden knife sliced between my ribs, punctured my lung, and very nearly killed me. It would not have been, comparatively speaking, a very sexy way to go.

Your turn. I know we've got bards here; make it entertaining.

[Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti and Dr. Dan Torrance]
Greetings, Dr. Chakrabarti and Dr. Torrance

I am a recent arrival here in Vallo, and I find myself in search of meaningful work. In the world from which I came, my occupation has shifted a few times, but most recently I have been the primary organizer at a place called the Sanctuary. Our calling there was to help people who were attempting to break an addiction to lyrium, both with the physical and mental symptoms of withdrawal; to assist our residents in finding new purpose in life if they felt theirs to be lost; and to hold a safe and comforting space for those who had lost their minds or physical abilities to the potion to spend their final years in dignity and peace.

I understand from Messere Parrish that you may have room in your clinic for someone with my experience to offer aid. If that is so, I would appreciate the opportunity to talk with you about such a position. If it is not, I would likewise appreciate any suggestions you might have as to where I might find similar work.

Regards,
Cullen Rutherford

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[GANGSEY]

My class ended early so I decided to take a walk while waiting for Adam and-- Um.

[OOC: Attached to the post are about 17 pictures of the Library of Alexandria from a dozen different outdoor vantage points and with varied clarity and blurriness to each one.]

Oh. I wondered why he wasn't picking up his phone. Am I psychic if I've been dreading this or just a cynic Keith would probably hate that he left without getting to talk to anyone first. He's never made friends all that easily, but once he does, he's as loyal as they get. Please don't forget hi I don't know how to I have to get back to work but if there was anything he was supposed to do for anyone, please let me know. Thank you.

sent to all phones minus those who opted out:
• Alex Manes
• Bill Denbrough
• Cass Cain
• Geralt of Rivia
• Ignis Scientia
• Jaskier
• Keith
• Margo Hanson
• Mike Hanlon
• Prompto Argentum
• Quentin Coldwater
• Stan Uris
• Tommy Merlyn
• Will Beyers

[Michael]

Have you heard from Alex?

I sent him a message and it bounced back.

I had thought this place merely a dream.

I am not sure what to think, knowing it isn't.

I do not like being pulled from my work, but there are worse places that one could be.

Perhaps this is a sign I need to take a break.

I know myself and usually I'm the kind of person to close down stuff and go on some random ass hiking journey to myself. But I know I'm not the only one hurting right now, and plus, I've been through losses like this many times especially with Quentin.

I'm keeping Satyrs open for anyone who wants to come in for comfort food, just for our group for the time being. Come by any time today, I'll be here.

Filter: Atreus

I'm not backing out of catering, just FYI. We still have lots to discuss.

Oh.

I can't-

I don't think I'm going to be up for doing much for awhile.

Uh... hi?

I'm Alex. Caroline told me about this place and I watched the video and... I'm still mostly confused, but whatever.

Luke? Reggie? Julie? Are any of you here? Please?

[Exandrians]

You're all still here, right? Has anyone seen Beau?

I [...] really need to check the network more often. Or just try to engage, at the very least.

But I got a job?

[RAVI]
I'm sorry about Liv.

If you don't mind me asking, what's going home for her going to be like?

[Evie]

Uh, hey. You don't know me, but my name's Landon and I'm Hope Mikaelson's boyfriend? She won't tell me what her costume is and I'm not going to ask because she wants it to be a surprise but do you think you could make me one to match it? But I mean, don't tell me what it is?