Record: 46

[esoteric_rose]

[ooc: backdate to this morning.]

I did not put this on. I cannot get it off.

What tricks are we now being subjected to?

what does it mean

pretty though

some sort of metaphor?

Comments

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[Makes sense. Not what he means, but makes sense]

Horned-- Yeah, the unicorns and goats and collars people. There's a group of them that talk in colored ink, speak in riddles/secrets/etc.

They once mentioned sand in hourglasses running out for some of their own/us, though it seemed more metaphorical, just suggesting we all had limited lifespans.

[of-mindelan.livejournal.com]

One or more said that they were agents. [Which, she's decided, means that they're projections of the Ordeal, aware of this, and not people who found themselves here. There are no superspy secret agents in her world, as far as she's ever known. Not that she's going to write that out.]

That's [pause. Can't unwrite anything she's written.] something. And no one remembers if this has happened before?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

That's probably somewhat true, yeah.

Bastet's one of the oldest residents, one of the collared now, and she never suggested she's seen these before. I think this is new. We just have to wait it out and see what becomes of it when the sand runs out.

[of-mindelan.livejournal.com]

[Hmm. Should she write it out? Min thinks about it. Maybe an oblique comment...]

I know it makes us forget almost everything that happened before.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

If one disappears, yeah, that could be what happens. And the Tree can do whatever it wants with our memories, I guess.