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Entry 510; Day 943
Jul. 20th, 2011 04:48 pmIf anyone has spoken to Riff on the Network yet today, I think it should be plain to you the sort of state of my household today. We are not, as it were, completely grounded.
Nor is much of the rest of the City, for that matter. I can guess that from both the Network and from a glance outside. There's any number of things and people floating about. Some really are going quite high. I don't think it'll be a pleasant matter for them when midnight comes.
Perhaps the strangest part of it all--aside from the obvious, of course--has been the sight of massive--I'm not even certain what to call them--globules, I suppose, of water drifting along in the air. I suppose they've floated up from the sea or from one of the lakes and are now drifting on the wind. I've heard tell there are even fish in a few of them. Rosella, I hope Ellington has kept himself well below the surface, in case there's water rising up from his pond as well.
For my part, it looks as though the ceiling is enough to stop me. I've been up here for the better part of the day, in one room or another. I've found that I can pull myself along by corners and doorways, but if one swims through the air a bit, I've also found that one can move along a little rather than just hang in the air. I've not gone too far afield in the opera house yet, but it might be rather exciting to drift around some of the real heights of the opera house--up around the chandeliers, for instance. Though I don't think I shall be going outside--I've already mentioned seeing a few people going up quite high and I don't think I'd like to join them.
Although, I suppose if one had some kind of a tether, one could tie it to something secure, float to the end of one's tether, and then draw oneself back down to safety again. I wonder if that might work--or, rather, I wonder if I'd even dare to try it. It would be a way of flying out in the sky, so long as the rope didn't break.
For the moment, though, I'm quite indoors. Some of the furniture seems to have accompanied me up here as well, which is fortunate, I suppose. At the moment, a chair and a table have both come up to join me--and I managed to reach my Network device, too, obviously. I've fairly wrapped myself around the chair to keep myself in, though perhaps that's a foolish thing to do. If the chair takes to floating about, I will have to go with it. I'm all right for now.
I almost think I should have suspected something was going on last night when I kept dreaming of both falling and flying. I'm quite sure I was already floating above my bed by then. It was more of a shock upon waking, and I won't say anything about trying to dress this morning--it was managed, but not without difficulty.
Really, this whole things seems like it ought to be pleasant, though the difficulties of it are far greater than one might imagine.
But, perhaps it's a bit like being a cloud, all this drifting about on the wind.
Riff, I'm not sure that afternoon tea on the ceiling is entirely appropriate--to say nothing of the difficulty that might come in trying to make it.
Perhaps we ought to forgo it for today.
~C.
[ooc: I may have bent the parameters of the curse a wee--but it's mostly because the tea party on the ceiling is my favorite scene ever in Mary Poppins, to say nothing of Alice's very slow fall down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. Also, clouds just know how to be, man. /inside joke]
Nor is much of the rest of the City, for that matter. I can guess that from both the Network and from a glance outside. There's any number of things and people floating about. Some really are going quite high. I don't think it'll be a pleasant matter for them when midnight comes.
Perhaps the strangest part of it all--aside from the obvious, of course--has been the sight of massive--I'm not even certain what to call them--globules, I suppose, of water drifting along in the air. I suppose they've floated up from the sea or from one of the lakes and are now drifting on the wind. I've heard tell there are even fish in a few of them. Rosella, I hope Ellington has kept himself well below the surface, in case there's water rising up from his pond as well.
For my part, it looks as though the ceiling is enough to stop me. I've been up here for the better part of the day, in one room or another. I've found that I can pull myself along by corners and doorways, but if one swims through the air a bit, I've also found that one can move along a little rather than just hang in the air. I've not gone too far afield in the opera house yet, but it might be rather exciting to drift around some of the real heights of the opera house--up around the chandeliers, for instance. Though I don't think I shall be going outside--I've already mentioned seeing a few people going up quite high and I don't think I'd like to join them.
Although, I suppose if one had some kind of a tether, one could tie it to something secure, float to the end of one's tether, and then draw oneself back down to safety again. I wonder if that might work--or, rather, I wonder if I'd even dare to try it. It would be a way of flying out in the sky, so long as the rope didn't break.
For the moment, though, I'm quite indoors. Some of the furniture seems to have accompanied me up here as well, which is fortunate, I suppose. At the moment, a chair and a table have both come up to join me--and I managed to reach my Network device, too, obviously. I've fairly wrapped myself around the chair to keep myself in, though perhaps that's a foolish thing to do. If the chair takes to floating about, I will have to go with it. I'm all right for now.
I almost think I should have suspected something was going on last night when I kept dreaming of both falling and flying. I'm quite sure I was already floating above my bed by then. It was more of a shock upon waking, and I won't say anything about trying to dress this morning--it was managed, but not without difficulty.
Really, this whole things seems like it ought to be pleasant, though the difficulties of it are far greater than one might imagine.
But, perhaps it's a bit like being a cloud, all this drifting about on the wind.
Riff, I'm not sure that afternoon tea on the ceiling is entirely appropriate--to say nothing of the difficulty that might come in trying to make it.
Perhaps we ought to forgo it for today.
~C.
[ooc: I may have bent the parameters of the curse a wee--but it's mostly because the tea party on the ceiling is my favorite scene ever in Mary Poppins, to say nothing of Alice's very slow fall down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. Also, clouds just know how to be, man. /inside joke]