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misterblackbird) wrote2014-02-15 06:17 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2014-02-15 06:17 pm
Entry 614; Day 1584
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Well, there's only one thing that that noise can mean. By now, I'd quite hope I'd recognize it. It seems as though that peculiar 'Door' in the midst of Misery Square has worked quite as well as anyone might hope. It sounds like any time we've been inundated with visitors, but perhaps there's something more celebratory in it all this time.
As ever, I never manage to do as I say--to keep to myself, well inside, away from the windows and the Network, and all the rest. I've quite given up by now, really. I know I'm bound to appear on the Network, at the very least, and there always seems to be something I need to do on days like this. And it never seems to work entirely anyway when I do try to keep away, if only because it's rather difficult to keep away from all windows and it does become rather tedious. Sooner or later, I do find that I have to go out for one reason or another. There's the cafe, for example, that needs attending to for one reason or another--it might as well be open, on a day when we're likely to have a great deal of business. And that is all to say nothing of the fact that there are a few people who seem quite capable of coming into the opera house as they please, despite all our efforts to the contrary. And I don't think warning them about He-Who-Kills will do any good either.
I shall, however, keep a close watch for Merry. Riff, if he's here, will find me immediately, so I know I needn't even watch for him. He'll always find me. Merry, though, I shall watch for.
I haven't very much hope or wish for anyone else from my world to pay me a call. Although I do recall that my uncle came for a visit one year. And there has frequently been a young man come to call who seemed strikingly familiar but whom I'm sure I didn't know.
Although, there are yet others who seem to come into the City on days like this whom I should still like to see, even if I may not quite hope for it as I did with Riff and now with Merry so long ago and so often.
The little clutch of girls is back under my window, as I knew they would be. By now I'd be rather disappointed if they weren't there. It's still rather flattering. You would think they'd have grown tired of me by now, but perhaps that's the way time works in and out of the City. I shall be tossing them letters again this time, and I do hope they see this on the Network so that they'll be able to catch them. It would be a shame to have them fall to the ground unheeded.
And, yes, exciting as it always is at first, I know I'll be quite exhausted after a few moments of it. But I think I shall be a fool today and show my face. At least I'm quite aware of my own foolishness. And perhaps there's something clever in that.
Welcome to the City, I suppose.
Though why anyone would visit the City, I shall never understand.
If that 'Door' is working, though, I wonder how much longer any of us might have to endure curses and visitors like this. Especially if the 'Door' itself is working so well as this. I can't help but wonder, even in the midst of all this.
~C.
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[ooc: Hit him. Hit him gooooooooooood. 4th Wall away! Anything that doesn't match up or confuses him or spoils his ending he will forget or write off as madness. C'mon! Party up in here! Let's do this, one last time ♥]
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Well, there's only one thing that that noise can mean. By now, I'd quite hope I'd recognize it. It seems as though that peculiar 'Door' in the midst of Misery Square has worked quite as well as anyone might hope. It sounds like any time we've been inundated with visitors, but perhaps there's something more celebratory in it all this time.
As ever, I never manage to do as I say--to keep to myself, well inside, away from the windows and the Network, and all the rest. I've quite given up by now, really. I know I'm bound to appear on the Network, at the very least, and there always seems to be something I need to do on days like this. And it never seems to work entirely anyway when I do try to keep away, if only because it's rather difficult to keep away from all windows and it does become rather tedious. Sooner or later, I do find that I have to go out for one reason or another. There's the cafe, for example, that needs attending to for one reason or another--it might as well be open, on a day when we're likely to have a great deal of business. And that is all to say nothing of the fact that there are a few people who seem quite capable of coming into the opera house as they please, despite all our efforts to the contrary. And I don't think warning them about He-Who-Kills will do any good either.
I shall, however, keep a close watch for Merry. Riff, if he's here, will find me immediately, so I know I needn't even watch for him. He'll always find me. Merry, though, I shall watch for.
I haven't very much hope or wish for anyone else from my world to pay me a call. Although I do recall that my uncle came for a visit one year. And there has frequently been a young man come to call who seemed strikingly familiar but whom I'm sure I didn't know.
Although, there are yet others who seem to come into the City on days like this whom I should still like to see, even if I may not quite hope for it as I did with Riff and now with Merry so long ago and so often.
The little clutch of girls is back under my window, as I knew they would be. By now I'd be rather disappointed if they weren't there. It's still rather flattering. You would think they'd have grown tired of me by now, but perhaps that's the way time works in and out of the City. I shall be tossing them letters again this time, and I do hope they see this on the Network so that they'll be able to catch them. It would be a shame to have them fall to the ground unheeded.
And, yes, exciting as it always is at first, I know I'll be quite exhausted after a few moments of it. But I think I shall be a fool today and show my face. At least I'm quite aware of my own foolishness. And perhaps there's something clever in that.
Welcome to the City, I suppose.
Though why anyone would visit the City, I shall never understand.
If that 'Door' is working, though, I wonder how much longer any of us might have to endure curses and visitors like this. Especially if the 'Door' itself is working so well as this. I can't help but wonder, even in the midst of all this.
~C.
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[ooc: Hit him. Hit him gooooooooooood. 4th Wall away! Anything that doesn't match up or confuses him or spoils his ending he will forget or write off as madness. C'mon! Party up in here! Let's do this, one last time ♥]
Comments: http://poly-chromatic.dreamwidth.org/1254817.html