Entry 184; Day 437

[misterblackbird]

[Filtered from DELILAH || Unhackable]
[Voice Post Begins]
((Click))
((The soft, muffled shuffling of blankets and bedclothes...a small muttering groan, someone not wanting to get up.))

Why is it morning already...?
All right...

((Fumble, shuffle.))

I remember yesterday only vaguely, like one remembers a dream, or a drunken night out. I thought I was a sultan, living in a palace hung with silk... There were holy men and mad men, flying carpets, genii in lamps, adventurers, dancing girls, the ladies of the court--my court--all around me, all colour, and light, and fire...

But I--((a sigh))--realise now there are more than a few to whom I owe apologies, or perhaps explanations.

To put it simply, you have my sincerest apologies for the...madness the curse brought over me. It was a curse and nothing more. I am terribly sorry.

There's nothing else I can say about it.

((Another groan.))

And I shan't be going out today, that much is certain.

Riff? Riff, where are you?

I had a mother--for one day, I had a mother who loved me, who held me with her white hands--

((A moment or two more of shuffling, the network contraption is shoved aside...))
((Click))
[//Voice Post Ends]

[ooc: Aaaaaaaaaaand sultan no more. Having crashed, now with a curse "hangover," extremely embarrassed, he's woken up in his own bed, and, luckily (?) alone. Be nice? ...or, not, that's okay too. Strikeouts are thoughts--you can't hear them.

A huge, huge, huge thank you to everyone who played along with the harem theme yesterday. I hope you had fun. I know I did. I was so glad to revisit this scenario with Cain--the lulz are immense. I hope you had twice as much fun as I did. Thank you all so much! I am now about as tired as Cain |D;;]

Comments

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I have, at last, though I almost wish I hadn't.

Well, I'm glad I did no harm to you, though you're one of the few to whom I don't owe specific apologies.

[monochrome-mind.livejournal.com]

Why do you say that? At least now, things are back to normal, instead of everyone being stuck in a curse.

Ah, don't worry yourself over this. It was a curse, and I'm sure whoever you apologize to will understand.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Yes, things are back to normal, but from here I can look back and see how foolishly I was acting. Curse or not, it's rather embarrassing.

We've all gotten so used to curses that I should hope they would understand.

[monochrome-mind.livejournal.com]

That is something you'll have to handle on your own then. Whether those memories haunt you forever, or if you can lock them away in the back of your mind. Just remember to not let the past consume you completely.

Indeed. Regardless, I feel compelled to tell you this. If you require my assistance for anything, I'm here. That also includes if you need someone to talk to.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Don't let the past consume me--if you only knew--

I don't believe these memories will be the sort to haunt me, though I may think back on them and wince. They're basically harmless--some are even pleasant.

Thank you, you're very generous. Don't worry about me, though: I have Riff here, and he's the best companion for these sorts of troubles.

[monochrome-mind.livejournal.com]

I think I understand, in a way. My apologies if I've said anything incorrect.

Ah, then things should be alright. Please take care of yourself today, Cain.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

No, no, you've done nothing wrong. Don't apologise.

Yes, I believe they will be, given some time. Thank you, and yourself, Mr Nein.

[monochrome-mind.livejournal.com]

Alright then.

Time. It seems we all have quite a bit of that around here. There is no need to thank me, Mr. Hargreaves. We're friends, after all.