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poly_chromatic2012-11-03 11:00 am
misterblackbird) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-11-03 11:00 am
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Entry 588; Day 1415
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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.]
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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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.]
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I... think so?
Uh... Is this... real?
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I haven't seen you in some time. Have you been well?
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[There's a brief struggle while Neil tries to decide if it would be worse to talk about what's bothering him or to let this awkward silence keep going.]
There's... no one in my old apartment. I mean, no one lives there anymore.
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You've been here a long time, right?
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Perhaps it's because I want to leave that they've decided to keep me here.
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[Please hold, Neil is concentrating very, very hard.]
O-okay. I think I can do that.
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Home world kinda sucks.
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I had friends here.
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