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.]

Comments

[misterblackbird]

The last week--perhaps the last month, really, since it was October--has been rather trying. I'm sure you recall Octobers in the City.

[prettyimpulsive]

Ah, yes, of course. That is poor timing then. I hope the City goes easy on you from now on. [That's a lot to hope isn't it?]

[misterblackbird]

Thank you. I certainly hope the same.

Have you been well since we spoke last?

[prettyimpulsive]

I believe so. [Nothing to go to between times and all.] How have you been? Other than October of course. Is the cafe well?

[misterblackbird]

[Yeah, just ignoring that whole...death thing...]

Other than October, I suppose I've been well. The cafe is certainly doing well for itself. The colder weather help with that, of course.

[prettyimpulsive]

[It really is best ignored.]

Oh, yes. I remember how it would always get busier this time of year. You have help I hope.

[misterblackbird]

Yes, I do--perhaps not so much as I might like, but, yes, of course I do have help.

I do miss your help, though.

[prettyimpulsive]

I'm glad to know I have a potential employer if I ever return.

[misterblackbird]

That's some comfort if you find yourself here again, I suppose.

[prettyimpulsive]

Yes, though the greater comfort is just knowing I still have friends here.

[misterblackbird]

I think you would have no end of friends, new and old, if you were ever to find yourself here again.

[prettyimpulsive]

[Her smiles warms at that, genuinely.] You say such nice things sometimes, Cain. Such a gentleman.

[misterblackbird]

You're far too kind, Miss Euphie.

[prettyimpulsive]

When does it get to be too much? [Teasing a bit.]

[misterblackbird]

I'm not sure, but if anyone can find out, I think it would be you.