Entry 383; Day 432
What a charming new detail I seem to be wearing today:
I woke up with this embroidered on all my clothes. It won't unravel, it won't cut off, and it won't unknot. It really is very finely stitched, I must say. In another place or time, it would be a shame to try to cut it off--in a place that suited it, I mean. But, really, it hardly belongs on my coat.
It took a moment this morning, but I remember this curse now. I recall that the first time this letter appeared, I couldn't puzzle it out--at first, at least. When I saw that most everyone had a letter and I realised what the City was referencing in all this, I had expected it to be an 'M' or a 'P' when I first saw it. But I understand why it is the letter it is.
It's very clever, City, really, to make us all play along in 'The Scarlet Letter'. I read that, you know, back in my own world. It was a bit heavy-handed in parts, but entertaining enough. But you've taken the titular detail and thrown it on all of us. So now we're all to wear our own scarlet letters that mark us for our sins and wrongdoings. I suppose this marks the saints among us, if anything.
It's not very clever, really. If we're supposed to be made miserable by this, I suppose it makes us all reflect on the things we've done. There might be some misery in that. Or perhaps it's the shame of being seen wearing a letter. I suppose I don't care if anyone sees me wearing this letter. Everyone seems to have one, so we all look alike. And if anyone asks what it means, one can simply refuse to answer. That was the trick for Hester Prynne: everyone knew what she'd done and she was forced to wear a mark for it. Here, we're all wearing marks and no one knows what we've done. Nor need they ever.
I shall let you all wonder what my letter means, nor the 'M' nor the 'P' I expected the first time. Of course I have a letter, the same as most everyone else. But you won't know its meaning now or ever.
( [Private || Unhackable] )
~C.
[ooc: This is my letter. I have to wear it. Durr durr durr... Okay, "B" is a little complicated: I was going to give him "M" for murder or "P" for poisoner or patricide, but "B" stands for "Birth" or "Birthright" or even "Blood"--the worst thing Cain has ever done is having been born. Alexis curses his very existence and blames him for messing up his happy incest tiems. Cain is the result of that incest, he feels irredeemable, his father cursed him, and tragedy follows him wherever he goes. I'm kind of basing the idea on the whole Alexis-thinks-he's-god thing. However, Cain will never, ever talk about his parentage, so don't expect him to explain this, nor have dropped even the barest hint of it in conversation ever.]
I woke up with this embroidered on all my clothes. It won't unravel, it won't cut off, and it won't unknot. It really is very finely stitched, I must say. In another place or time, it would be a shame to try to cut it off--in a place that suited it, I mean. But, really, it hardly belongs on my coat.
It took a moment this morning, but I remember this curse now. I recall that the first time this letter appeared, I couldn't puzzle it out--at first, at least. When I saw that most everyone had a letter and I realised what the City was referencing in all this, I had expected it to be an 'M' or a 'P' when I first saw it. But I understand why it is the letter it is.
It's very clever, City, really, to make us all play along in 'The Scarlet Letter'. I read that, you know, back in my own world. It was a bit heavy-handed in parts, but entertaining enough. But you've taken the titular detail and thrown it on all of us. So now we're all to wear our own scarlet letters that mark us for our sins and wrongdoings. I suppose this marks the saints among us, if anything.
It's not very clever, really. If we're supposed to be made miserable by this, I suppose it makes us all reflect on the things we've done. There might be some misery in that. Or perhaps it's the shame of being seen wearing a letter. I suppose I don't care if anyone sees me wearing this letter. Everyone seems to have one, so we all look alike. And if anyone asks what it means, one can simply refuse to answer. That was the trick for Hester Prynne: everyone knew what she'd done and she was forced to wear a mark for it. Here, we're all wearing marks and no one knows what we've done. Nor need they ever.
I shall let you all wonder what my letter means, nor the 'M' nor the 'P' I expected the first time. Of course I have a letter, the same as most everyone else. But you won't know its meaning now or ever.
( [Private || Unhackable] )
~C.
[ooc: This is my letter. I have to wear it. Durr durr durr... Okay, "B" is a little complicated: I was going to give him "M" for murder or "P" for poisoner or patricide, but "B" stands for "Birth" or "Birthright" or even "Blood"--the worst thing Cain has ever done is having been born. Alexis curses his very existence and blames him for messing up his happy incest tiems. Cain is the result of that incest, he feels irredeemable, his father cursed him, and tragedy follows him wherever he goes. I'm kind of basing the idea on the whole Alexis-thinks-he's-god thing. However, Cain will never, ever talk about his parentage, so don't expect him to explain this, nor have dropped even the barest hint of it in conversation ever.]