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Record: 56

Seven hundred and thirty.

I never thought the count would get this high, nor see what has happened happen.

Before you start getting worried, if that's your style, I'll say this-this is something positive, so please don't be upset.

Of course, there have been interruptions, and most of the numbers blur into one, but occasionally it serves well to pull one out of the count for consideration. But mainly, they keep their records, I keep mine, and we're content to let that be.

Just the reflections of a mind this morning.

[ooc: Starting from this comment, all further ones in that thread have been struck out.]

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[It's steady! Enough.]

It fits perfectly. Thank you.

Good, I was hoping it would. [With creepy perfect measurements.]

Shall I start breakfast for you here at the restaurant in a little while and if so, will that be for one or two?

[Creepy to everyone but her.]

Yes, I would like that, and I'm coming alone, don't fret about that. [Laughing again. Oh Black.]

I'm not fretting but as you wish. [Which is written rather hastily]

Hmm. Really, if I was to look at your face at this very moment, would I see an expression that verifies your statement or utterly contradicts it?

[A bit more loosely written, she's walking as she writes.]

The former would be the current expression. [A half lie] Why would I be fretting over him.

[As is his, moving towards the kitchen to prep it]

Edited 2011-05-20 01:13 (UTC)

Because you fret even without realizing it.

[Elevator, going down.]

And given what you've acted like in the past...I'm surprised you're comfortable enough to discuss this in public.

I have no reason to fret over him.

[He pauses and hates how he's slipping and Juliet's caught on]

I've been distracted.

Do you want me to take the words away?

[Say the word, and she'll snap her pen over the sentences to hide them.]

I'm almost there. The one thing I actually will request from you today is for you to consent to talking a bit about this.

I was going to, but yes, you may as well.

[He watches the scratching out and leaves the journal for a second to find that apron]

Are you sure today? I meant to talk to you earlier.

You haven't really been home enough for me to ask properly, so yes, today.

[She shuts the journal and tucks it away when she finishes crossing out the writing, close enough to the restaurant that it's stupid to keep going in it, and instead enters, looking for him.]

Edited 2011-05-20 06:19 (UTC)

Again, I have been rather distracted.

[Juliet knows he doesn't spend all his time at the restaurant and hatchery, especially his days off. He'll look over his shoulder at her presence showing up closer. Chairs are pushed against the wall and packed a bit with moved to the side tables with a bit of a wide space in the middle.]

I'm back here. [He calls from the kitchen]

[She takes a moment to admire the restaurant again before heading closer. It was wonderful, that he could have something of his own like this. Something he made and wanted to have for no other reason than he wanted to. Admirable, and classic. But that could be saved for later.

She comes over and leans against the doorframe to the kitchen, lightly smiling. The questions could bend to habit, first.]

Good morning, Black.

[He'll give a full turn when she enters, one hand resting on the counter to his left near a few select ingredients. This was his and no one elses. He wouldn't let anyone take away what belonged to him.

The demon's eyes wander down Juliet's frame at the dress. As usual, it is beautiful on her]

Good morning, Juliet. Elegant as always.

Thank you, but today it's more a product of your work than anything I've done.

[Should she really come out and say it? Yes, there's no delicate way to bring it up.]

You've been distracted lately. That's not like you at all...is something going on?

What do you wish for breakfast? [Teeth bit into the edge of his glove on habit and he pulled them both of, setting it aside. The mark on his hand was covered by a thin, stretchable yet non-see through material so he could work easily while cooking and washed his hands] Without you there wouldn't be anything to celebrate.

Yes. Have you heard or noticed any changes within the tree?

I'm going to be difficult and say anything. [She crossed her arms, watching him idly.] ...Life itself. That's always worth celebrating here. We can't celebrate death, perverted as it has been, so life is what we have. And in a sense, it's outranked death as valuable, as a force.

Changes? How about renewed amnesia among certain residents but not everyone?

[Instant crack of eggs into a bowl, properly whisking. A bit of salt and pepper while his other hand flicked on the stove to a proper setting. He turned his back on her, trusting enough] It is the only thing most people cling to here. People leave and people grieve.

Perhaps I should rephrase. Have you noticed or heard of any changes to the tree itself and not Edensphere or its residents.

Do you think they want to make life more important than death?

...The Tree itself? No. Nothing.

I cannot say for certain, as that is everyones select opinion, but it would be wise.

[He takes a second to chop as his head tilts downwards] On the outside it seems sound. No great or noticable changes. In the Hall of Beginnings cocoons regrow after someone is born, but they are not.

Edited 2011-05-23 03:09 (UTC)

It would be wise to value life as more? [Her eyes narrow at his back briefly.]

...Then where are they going?

For humans for now, yes. Death is the inevitable. She is a consistant mistress.

[A sizzle here and there] When newborns are born, they don't regrow. I've searched every inch possible of Edensphere that I've been able to so far and I'm still looking. I see no other signs of growth. Fugue doesn't seem worried.

None of them should get so comfortable they forget that. [Her hands tighten around her arms.] Death lives in their shadows.

[She listens to the news of the cocoons, mouth settling into a thin line, and her voice soft in case anyone decided to come in.] Either something's being corrected or something is falling very out of place.

Yes, even I am sure of that. With what disasters happen quite frequently, it could happen at any time. If death does occur, there may not be a cocoon for them to come back to.

[He pokes at the food and tilts the pan, his own face rather impassive as he flips the omelette around]

The outside remains untouchd. So far I have noticed nothing else really of diference.

So it becomes even more crucial that we live and stay as such.

[She's not going to comment on the near hypocrisy of her saying that.]

Double amnesia, the Wilderness acting up, and now missing cocoons. What are we headed towards, Black?

he better

for subconcious oogling or matchmaker set ups?

Both, obviously.

that's what I thought xD <3

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