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poly_chromatic2012-06-11 04:11 pm
misterblackbird) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-06-11 04:11 pm
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Entry 568; Day 1270
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That, I daresay, was much more in keeping with what I'm accustomed to in the City.
For those who didn't see me--and I'll admit that I did keep off the Network for the weekend--I was a cat, once again. It doesn't even deserve mentioning anymore.
I suppose only in the City could I say that--that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more annoyance than alarm--in fact, I'm really coming to expect this. I fairly know that, on some weekend, most every month, I will be a cat. I've really almost become accustomed to it. I shall go to bed on a Friday night and wake up on Saturday morning with whiskers and a tail.
Actually, it's been some time since I was last a cat and, having been a horse not so long before, I was rather glad to find myself in a shape with which I was more familiar. And now it sounds as though I've really gone mad. It wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of such.
Still, in all these weekends as a cat, after a little adjustment and after Kassandra and Noir have seen to me and have me as well turned out as a cat ought to be, I've learned a bit from having woken up those whiskers and that tail so many times before. I can turn on and use my Network device, get myself out of my room, up across the roof, out the window, down to the kitchen, through secret passages, into the cupboards--nearly anywhere I could go as a human, and perhaps more places, given my smaller size.And, if need be, Riff can even carry me--
But that's enough of that. The weekend is quite over now and we've all assumed our usual situations again--more or less. I've heard tell from time to time of something lingering after one of those weekends. Fortunately, it usually isn't a tail. More likely, it's some misunderstanding. But that's the City's way again.
Rosella, I hope that you managed to endure these past few days without too much difficulty.
Now, what I'd like to know is what everyone else observed late last month with what may or may not have been happening with the Carousel and what that 'deity' truly meant by 'sacrifices'.
~C.
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[ooc: Sorry I wasn't around, but Cain was his cat-shaped self again. Because tradition. Feel free to say you saw him or had him cross your path and so on. Next month I'll actually do something with him. In the meantime: let's talk ponies, how about?]
That, I daresay, was much more in keeping with what I'm accustomed to in the City.
For those who didn't see me--and I'll admit that I did keep off the Network for the weekend--I was a cat, once again. It doesn't even deserve mentioning anymore.
I suppose only in the City could I say that--that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more annoyance than alarm--in fact, I'm really coming to expect this. I fairly know that, on some weekend, most every month, I will be a cat. I've really almost become accustomed to it. I shall go to bed on a Friday night and wake up on Saturday morning with whiskers and a tail.
Actually, it's been some time since I was last a cat and, having been a horse not so long before, I was rather glad to find myself in a shape with which I was more familiar. And now it sounds as though I've really gone mad. It wouldn't be the first time I've been accused of such.
Still, in all these weekends as a cat, after a little adjustment and after Kassandra and Noir have seen to me and have me as well turned out as a cat ought to be, I've learned a bit from having woken up those whiskers and that tail so many times before. I can turn on and use my Network device, get myself out of my room, up across the roof, out the window, down to the kitchen, through secret passages, into the cupboards--nearly anywhere I could go as a human, and perhaps more places, given my smaller size.
But that's enough of that. The weekend is quite over now and we've all assumed our usual situations again--more or less. I've heard tell from time to time of something lingering after one of those weekends. Fortunately, it usually isn't a tail. More likely, it's some misunderstanding. But that's the City's way again.
Rosella, I hope that you managed to endure these past few days without too much difficulty.
Now, what I'd like to know is what everyone else observed late last month with what may or may not have been happening with the Carousel and what that 'deity' truly meant by 'sacrifices'.
~C.
[//end filter]
[ooc: Sorry I wasn't around, but Cain was his cat-shaped self again. Because tradition. Feel free to say you saw him or had him cross your path and so on. Next month I'll actually do something with him. In the meantime: let's talk ponies, how about?]
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Still, I'm rather glad to hear you weren't cursed. It's a wonder when it happens, I do know that.
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But speaking of avoiding things, what do you mean about the Carousel?
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When we all turned into horses, I mean there were more than a few strange things going on with the Carousel.
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...that day. When it seemed as though the horses were beginning to chip away in places? I thought I saw something when I went by, but when I looked again it seemed as though it hadn't changed at all.
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Yes, exactly. We do know the 'deities' announced that a sacrifice had been made and I'm quite sure that some of the Carousel horses now look like some of the horses I saw in the City that day--and I'm not the only one to think so. But I am glad to hear that I'm also not the only one to have seen something else on the Carousel.