[Writing is not entirely focused, and slowly done, though the strikes are fast.]

So strange, this new city.



I can't get out.

[ooc: backdate to the 6th.]

*the letters are thinner, and a bit smaller, with tiny inkblots. Someone gave up with a pen and just dipped their fingers in ink.*

I think I am a faerie.

The window is heavy.

Sorry to Miss Inara and Sailormoon, I cannot work like this.

I will be in the Park. Safer.

Who do I speak to regarding helping in the farmlands?

I want to assist how I can.

(red inked)

We're stuck in the elevator.

Meaning me, Stoneface, Moon, and Ghost.

Why now.

Alright. To everyone who said they'd help: Rose's party is going to be on Saturday afternoon, in the park. So, I'll need the requested things by Saturday morning.

-Apple and Lampwick: I need you guys to find some balloons.
-Reed and Dani: Streamers. Or just colored paper.
-Dumbledore and Praise: Pick out a nice spot in the park.
-Bridge: Please help me bake a cake.

And I think that's it! Anything else that comes up I'll take care of.

Everyone!

Since Rose found her name (most people still know her as Kitty) and she normally celebrates for other people's good things, I 'm proposing to throw her a party as both a thank you and a congratulations! ♥

But I'm going to need some help, so...are there a couple of people who would be willing to?

(Red inked entry. Another drawing of a rose. It's a detailed sketch. Hidden extremely carefully in the petals is this disconnected phrase: )

wish I clear yet afraid wonder would gone but fear lost sorry maybe I coward?

(Legibly underneath is this: )

It broke the bridge? Not totally surprising.

(Everything is in red ink. At the top is
a drawing of a woman's face. Handmaiden, Tandava, and Kermit will recognize her as Angelina. There is a small rose next to her. Underneath is a cross next to the following.)

There is one place that consistently shifts here. Is it where you meant?

If you read this, please draw back.

This was the wrong choice.

I hate that worm.

I'm lost. And scared...

I wish I could burn the hedge.

Wait, what the- (there is a long, jagged diagonal line down the page, as if someone had just jumped violently)