[And suddenly, elegant scripting! Moving across your screen!]

I, Arthur Pendragon, do so solemnly swear-

[It stops. After a short pause, the text haltingly begins anew.]

I, Arthur Pen-

[And then it vanishes completely, only to be replaced with a video feed of a young man in particularly imperial regalia.]


What on earth? I can't even finish before something else appears!

[Out of pure aggravation, he reaches for his quill and crosses out (on the screen, by the way) the most recent entry as it magically appears. Something about packing for a trip away from home? Whatever. He didn't write it and it's currently taking up space on what's supposed to be his portion of a treaty with a neighboring kingdom.]

What is this, Merlin? Magical parchment Morgause left behind?

[He looks up questioningly when there's no reply.]

[See a man with long, ridiculously long silver hair, standing a ways off in a rather spacious room. It seems he has a sword attatched to his left hand, for the record. Which he's currently removing, carefully placing it somewhere, before shrugging off his black and white coat and tossing it carelessly onto- something off screen.

He stretches, and stalks over to the desk (?) this is being recorded from, leaning on his arms so his face is in front of the screen. Something is apparently wrong though, he clicks a few things and frowns. And as you all know the ways of the community, his clicking does no good. The frown deepens, and he pushes himself away from the table to stalk back towards the door.]

VOOOOOOOOOOOOOII WHICH OF YOU SHITHEADS MESSED WITH MY COMPUTER?!!!

[Bella's in her bed room, chilling out as she surfs the internet. She looks a little like she's just been working out, and she was up until a few seconds ago. She can't let all the new stuff she's learning go to waste after all.

There's a knock at the door and Charlie enters the room.]

Hey dad. [She says, looking up at him.]

Hey Bells. [He looks kind of... awkward maybe?] So. Graduation's coming soon.

[Bella lets out a sigh and nods her head, smiling awkwardly at him. It's kind of obvious where Bella's awkward nature comes from.] Yup. It is.

Senior year. [He says wistfully.] How'd ya get so old so fast?

I didn't. It's not that old. [Bella says, a little nervous about that statement.]

Ah I don't know. [He says as he reaches for her hair] Is that a gray hair?

[Bella pulls away abruptly at that.] What? No.... No way. [She says as she jumps up to look in the mirror, ruffling her hair a little to check. Seeing that he's just messing with her, she turns a half-hearted glare on him.

Charlie just looks smug, throwing his arms up innocently.] Just saying. [Then he leaves the room.]

[Bella shakes her head and starts to wrap bandages around her hand, obviously getting ready for more practice again.]

[[ one of my favorite new moon scenes, edited to fit the timeline. ]]

I...well, this is quite interesting. I had saved this tome to use as a personal journal in my travels. Yet when I opened it to write, I was surprised to see other forms of writing already within. Even as I flip back and forth through the pages, writing continues to fill the tome. Such varied languages, writing styles, and even...moving pictures...curious things called "video." I must find out what this is.

It is a good thing I chose to keep this particular volume, as I am certain it will keep me entertained for some time, indeed. And it is still usable as a journal, as I am able to write in it even as it writes within itself.

For now though, I will merely sit back and see what else my journal has to say to me, and take note of these other tongues. I daresay it will become useful as time goes on.

( OOC )

Does anyone have an item they use for worldhopping that they would be willing to lend to me for a week or so? I'll return it right away. I'm willing to pay for using it, if that's an issue.


[locked to friends (if you think you might be considered her friend, you probably are)]

I talked to Shilo.

She's not coming.


((I don't honestly know how IC for Shilo it is not to go, but I think it would be too confusing to have an NPC Shilo with Mag when she's a perfectly appable character, and someone down the road might want her.))

Hello!

The girl a few posts down, her name's Prim.

Nobody come visit her or take her off world without running it by me first. Got it?

What kind of things do you pack when you're leaving home?

I'll just get to the point.

Has Scrooge Mcduck made any associates on this place?

You know, I don't know why I haven't started a blog before now. I mean, it's like the done thing, isn't it? And besides, who wouldn't want to hear about the exciting life of a forenics specialist!

....Okay, maybe not that many people would, but still! I know McGee is already on Twitter, and facebook, and I can always use more creative outlets. One can never have too much creativity in their lives, after all!

DramaDramaDuck? I love ducks! Especially, um, my rubber zombie ducky. He came with his own toe-tag, only ducks don't have toes, really, so it was on the packaging. But still!

So, my name is Abby. I love Death Metal, Hello Kitty, Caf-Pow, and my mass spectrometer. My favorite color is black, and I have green eyes.

Who's out there, and what do you like to do on rainy days ;D?



((OOC: Urg. Storming all over the place today so my power and internet have been flickering. Apologies for any delayed tags!

EDIT: Okay, back now. Sorry, storms knocked out our power for a while last night >:| ))

Ah -- I'm sorry, Community, I have a question to ask.

Say you love someone, but you also know that someone else loves them, too. And they have feelings in return for this person, and now both of them know how the other feels. So they're not dating, exactly, but at least there's not any room for you, anymore, and eventually they're going to be married. You should be sad, right? Or something?

Because I just feel relieved.

So that’s Earth, huh? Not really what I had in mind. Way too many swords hanging around, and I bet their guns are better used for clubbing. If they have any at all. Figures. You want food, you skip back three centuries. The food wasn’t bad for the price, but pianos were never meant to be used that way.

Oh. So someone here asked me a question the other day, and don’t think I’ve remembered the name, and I figured I’d repeat it here.

Who are you and where are you going?

[Azula, still quite a bit wobbly on her feet, paces back and forth across the hotel room balcony, not even looking at the camera even though she knows it's on]

You're all fools. Every last one of you. I don't know what you think is going to happen, but it's not--

[she sits down heavily on the balcony floor for a moment but then quickly gets back up and starts pacing again; she's restless, and fidgety]

It's not--

[she stops again]

... Why was Larsa Solidor here?

Oh. This thing again.

What would you do if faced with one of the biggest disappointments in your life? How do you rebuild?

... Um, excuse me? D-does anyone know where Iwatodai is?

...

...

I'm... locked in the gymnasium of Gekkoukan High School. I don't think they're going to let me out, and the security guard couldn't hear me, a-and the community is the only thing I can seem to access from inside here...

It's... getting late, I don't th--

[Static, half a second.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Dial tone.

There will be no responses from Fuuka for 10 days : Db]