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poly_chromatic2012-03-18 07:26 pm
misterblackbird) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-03-18 07:26 pm
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Entry 556; Day 1185
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It isn't my usual habit to run to the police when something peculiar happens, but the police in the City are quite unlike those in my world, so perhaps something more and better can come out of this than would in my world. I suppose that remains to be seen, though.
Some months ago, just after the new year, I was attacked and kidnapped and held against my will by some person unknown to me. I know I was kept for some days in the basement of a building in the City--though it smelled more like a mausoleum--and that I was kept blindfolded for the whole of that time. So, in short, I never saw my captor's face, though I certainly did hear him.
I should like to hope this case would still be considered open. To my knowledge no one was ever captured or even suspected in it.
I remind you of it now because I have heard his voice on the Network today. I do not make these accusations lightly; I am more than certain that it's he. The sound of his voice and even the words themselves are unmistakable.
I'm not entirely seeking revenge for what was done to me, but if he is still at large in the City, it would be wise to know of him and his whereabouts. I wouldn't be surprised if he does or has done the same to others as he did to me.
I'm not above looking into such things myself, either. I suppose it's only fair to give you warning of that.
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We may yet be fortunate enough to avoid a curse on Rosella's birthday itself. We had a curse yesterday, we've not had one today, so the likelihood is that we'll have one either tomorrow or the day after. The day after, of course, is the 20th of March, which should mean that the 21st will be without a curse. It's a little futile to try and predict the curses, but the pattern does seem to hold that, more often than not, there are two or even three 'ordinary' days in between the curses.
I only mention it because I do think it would be more enjoyable to have her birthday celebration on her birthday proper.
We've at least one among us who's seeking out pies baked inside cakes for her--since she seemed quite taken with the idea before. Meanwhile, I've seen to arranging for some tents and pavilions to be borrowed and set up in Xanadu that afternoon. It should seem more like some of the drawings in my sister's storybooks, where kings and queens of one fairytale kingdom or another seem to always set up pavilions for themselves when they go for a walk in the forest. Anyway--that does still yet leave the business of flowers, which we will be in need of and which I'd ordinarily leave to Rosella herself--if that were at all possible. If anyone does feel especially intent on sorting that out, do make yourself known.
Beyond that, I've no idea what else we need, besides to arrive in Xanadu that afternoon. Perhaps at 2 o'clock. I'll see to the invitations, I suppose. Most everyone who's invited already knows, but Riff might insist on doing things properly.
My point, then, is that we've most everything sorted--thanks in no small part to Neil and Todd, among others. Even on such short notice, we should yet be able to host this celebration come Wednesday.
If I am needed, I can, as ever, be reached at the Opera Abandoned, the Turnabout Cafe, or the Network itself.
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I won't proceed to speculate on the curse yesterday. The story of treasures to be found at the end of a rainbow is nothing but superstition and daydreams--the sort of thing one hears from children and old nannies. It's a charming story, perhaps--as charming as any promise of treasure or paradise to be found in one place or another. And perhaps such a story is fitting of rainbows, which are equally charming. But it's still nonsense.
Of course, I realised long ago that reason is of no use in the face of curses because curses are rather like madness or dreams, where nothing makes sense nor can reason reach anyone in the midst of the ordeal. Everything impossible and unreasonable makes perfect sense in a dream.
I mention dreams in particular because I did cross paths with more than a few people who seemed in the midst of them yesterday as they went wandering across the City, seeking out rainbows. I tried to speak to a lady among them, but she accused me of being the 'Prince of the Blackbirds' and of thwarting her quest and she tried very hard to throw some handful of powdered makeup at me because, she said, that 'magic powder' would drive me away and let her continue on to the 'Kingdom of the Dolls' where living dolls made of pearls and rubies danced at the end of the rainbow.
I'm certain it made sense to her at the time and I certainly don't hold it against her. I'm more glad that I didn't have to encounter to many others who were so set on their quests--although I do think a few of the people who came into the cafe were seeking 'elixirs of life' more than tea.
As ever, a curse and the madness of it can never be separated. And we have certainly seen worse.
At least we weren't made to endure green beer in place of water all day. I will say that much. I've endured that before and I am glad to have avoided it once again this year.Although remembering that makes me think of Autor, as he said he fell into the fountain in the midst of that curse, which is a strange thing to think of now--
~C.
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[ooc: Dun dun duuuuun. City Police Force, for background, please see here and here (some of these posts go back to LJ, just so you know). Cain has just heard the voice of his kidnapper on the Network. And shit got real, &c.]
[Filtered to the City Police || Unhackable]
It isn't my usual habit to run to the police when something peculiar happens, but the police in the City are quite unlike those in my world, so perhaps something more and better can come out of this than would in my world. I suppose that remains to be seen, though.
Some months ago, just after the new year, I was attacked and kidnapped and held against my will by some person unknown to me. I know I was kept for some days in the basement of a building in the City--though it smelled more like a mausoleum--and that I was kept blindfolded for the whole of that time. So, in short, I never saw my captor's face, though I certainly did hear him.
I should like to hope this case would still be considered open. To my knowledge no one was ever captured or even suspected in it.
I remind you of it now because I have heard his voice on the Network today. I do not make these accusations lightly; I am more than certain that it's he. The sound of his voice and even the words themselves are unmistakable.
I'm not entirely seeking revenge for what was done to me, but if he is still at large in the City, it would be wise to know of him and his whereabouts. I wouldn't be surprised if he does or has done the same to others as he did to me.
I'm not above looking into such things myself, either. I suppose it's only fair to give you warning of that.
[//end private filter]
[Filtered from Princess Rosella || Unhackable]
We may yet be fortunate enough to avoid a curse on Rosella's birthday itself. We had a curse yesterday, we've not had one today, so the likelihood is that we'll have one either tomorrow or the day after. The day after, of course, is the 20th of March, which should mean that the 21st will be without a curse. It's a little futile to try and predict the curses, but the pattern does seem to hold that, more often than not, there are two or even three 'ordinary' days in between the curses.
I only mention it because I do think it would be more enjoyable to have her birthday celebration on her birthday proper.
We've at least one among us who's seeking out pies baked inside cakes for her--since she seemed quite taken with the idea before. Meanwhile, I've seen to arranging for some tents and pavilions to be borrowed and set up in Xanadu that afternoon. It should seem more like some of the drawings in my sister's storybooks, where kings and queens of one fairytale kingdom or another seem to always set up pavilions for themselves when they go for a walk in the forest. Anyway--that does still yet leave the business of flowers, which we will be in need of and which I'd ordinarily leave to Rosella herself--if that were at all possible. If anyone does feel especially intent on sorting that out, do make yourself known.
Beyond that, I've no idea what else we need, besides to arrive in Xanadu that afternoon. Perhaps at 2 o'clock. I'll see to the invitations, I suppose. Most everyone who's invited already knows, but Riff might insist on doing things properly.
My point, then, is that we've most everything sorted--thanks in no small part to Neil and Todd, among others. Even on such short notice, we should yet be able to host this celebration come Wednesday.
If I am needed, I can, as ever, be reached at the Opera Abandoned, the Turnabout Cafe, or the Network itself.
[//end filter]
I won't proceed to speculate on the curse yesterday. The story of treasures to be found at the end of a rainbow is nothing but superstition and daydreams--the sort of thing one hears from children and old nannies. It's a charming story, perhaps--as charming as any promise of treasure or paradise to be found in one place or another. And perhaps such a story is fitting of rainbows, which are equally charming. But it's still nonsense.
Of course, I realised long ago that reason is of no use in the face of curses because curses are rather like madness or dreams, where nothing makes sense nor can reason reach anyone in the midst of the ordeal. Everything impossible and unreasonable makes perfect sense in a dream.
I mention dreams in particular because I did cross paths with more than a few people who seemed in the midst of them yesterday as they went wandering across the City, seeking out rainbows. I tried to speak to a lady among them, but she accused me of being the 'Prince of the Blackbirds' and of thwarting her quest and she tried very hard to throw some handful of powdered makeup at me because, she said, that 'magic powder' would drive me away and let her continue on to the 'Kingdom of the Dolls' where living dolls made of pearls and rubies danced at the end of the rainbow.
I'm certain it made sense to her at the time and I certainly don't hold it against her. I'm more glad that I didn't have to encounter to many others who were so set on their quests--although I do think a few of the people who came into the cafe were seeking 'elixirs of life' more than tea.
As ever, a curse and the madness of it can never be separated. And we have certainly seen worse.
At least we weren't made to endure green beer in place of water all day. I will say that much. I've endured that before and I am glad to have avoided it once again this year.
~C.
[//end filter]
[ooc: Dun dun duuuuun. City Police Force, for background, please see here and here (some of these posts go back to LJ, just so you know). Cain has just heard the voice of his kidnapper on the Network. And shit got real, &c.]
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