Entry 588; Day 1415

[misterblackbird]

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It seems the tourists are back again today--this really is becoming something of a tradition. How amusing that it would fall so close to the halfway point of my 'anniversary' of coming into the City. Five and a half years and perhaps the only constants have been the Clock, the Carousel, and these periodic invasions.

It's rather like bad weather or any of the curses: it's going to happen, sooner or later.

But I'm in no humour for this ordeal this time.

Nor am I especially holding out hope that anyone I should like to see will appear. I'd almost rather they didn't anymore.

If you think you need me, you really don't. Send a message if matters are pressing. If the cafe is desperate for my help, send for me, but I'd like to avoid being trampled for as long as I can. I may be going out, but only in desperation.

Why anyone would visit the City, I shall never understand.

~C.

[ooc: Cain is still moping after the circus ordeal. But hit him. Hit him hard. Anything that really unsettles him will either be written off as the ravings of a lunatic or fade from memory after the curse. (And, just as a side note, so everyone knows what I mean by that, Cain is from Volume 5 [North American numbering] of Godchild.) I'd prefer it if he not get spoiled on his own ending, but he can also just forget what anyone tells him.]

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[lulutiffany]

Dear Cain, had you rather I not show too?

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[misterblackbird]

After the last few weeks, perhaps I would rather.

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[lulutiffany]

Truly? What happened? Are you alright?

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[misterblackbird]

Nothing with which you need concern yourself.

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[lulutiffany]

That bad? Well, I can promise to keep Mary away for you. At lest one of them.

[prettyimpulsive]

I can think of a few reasons to visit, but if you'd really rather be alone, Cain, I will leave you to it. [The princess worries when you say things like this.]

[misterblackbird]

[He was kidnapped by a traveling circus and then accidentally poisoned his not!girlfriend last week. It's been rough lately.]

And what reasons might those be, Princess?

[prettyimpulsive]

Well, you for one. Are we being formal?

[misterblackbird]

I don't know--are we? I suppose you'll have to call me 'Lord Hargreaves' if we are. And that's rather a lot to say.

[boundbytime]

Mean.

[misterblackbird]

Well, I see you haven't changed with time.

[boundbytime]

Looks like you haven't either. Hello Cain.

[misterblackbird]

Hello, Rosette. Have you been well?

[makedo]

Because it's oh so lovely. What makes you think all of us have a choice?

[misterblackbird]

In the past, the whole flood of you have been able to come in and go as you please for these rare and precious days. The rest of us certainly can't, but you always seemed able to.

[makedo]

Pretty sure I'm going back to Iraq at the end of the weekend, but fuck if I had anything to do with getting here.

[misterblackbird]

Fair enough then. [Not that he has any clue what Iraq is. For all he knows, it's a planet.]

[fauxfawkes]

What's got you in such a sour mood?

[misterblackbird]

The whole of October, if you must know.

[I poisoned your mom by accident.]

[fauxfawkes]

[Dammit, Dad, I thought this was the City, not Italy.]

The whole of it? You've just got something against the month in particular?

[misterblackbird]

I've more something against the curses that seem to happen in October.

[You've no idea what I've endured, son.]

[ijustlivehere]

[If Cain does happen to stop by the cafe today, he'll find a bewildered Neil looking around his old workplace with his mouth hanging slightly open, looking very much like he's just seen a ghost or something. He's not even buying anything, either -- just loitering, and possibly unsettling some of the customers a little bit.]

[misterblackbird]

[Cain will, sooner or later, happen that way--if only because someone needs to coordinate things, and most of the staff seems to be disappearing to see one person or another throughout the day.

However, he will be rather struck by this particular person (rather familiar at that) who seems to be standing dazedly in the midst of the madness.]

I beg your pardon, are you ill?

[It's a conversation opener, at least.]

[ijustlivehere]

[Being confronted by his own boss is easily something that could happen in a dream, but then again, weirder things have happened to Neil while wide awake. It's hard to decide which is more likely right now.]

I... think so?

Uh... Is this... real?

[misterblackbird]

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

I haven't seen you in some time. Have you been well?