Hello, you've reached the "voice mail" of Agnes Nitt. Assuming I can make this thing work again, I'll give you a "telephone call" when I receive your message. Which you should apparently leave after the beep.

In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game fandomhigh, for the sole ( Read more... )

Agnes stepped through the portal and was home. Not home home, where her parents lived, but the-cottage-that-used-to-be-Magrat's home, where she was going to spend the rest of her days.

( But it wasn't empty. )

( When Agnes awoke she had the distinct impression that she'd missed the newbie picnic )

( Agnes Nitt, Witch )

Agnes sat on her bed, stared at the floor, and chewed her hair nervously. Boarding school was good, she decided, because there were no moocows to milk, or eggs to gather, or seeds to plant, or veggebles to pick, and she didn't hafta get up at cockscrow, an' stuff. But... she missed her Mum and Da. And without the neighbors coming over for tea, ( Read more... )

Agnes arose bright and early as always, and stretched her old bones as she climbed out of bed. Warily, she looked around. "OH. Oh, dearye me. Thys is notte ryte at ALLE." She sucked on her teeth, considering. She was... several hundred years in the future, on the other side of the ocean, and not supposed to be here at all in grand universal ( Read more... )

Agnes spent all afternoon and evening listening to her new CDs, on her brand-new CD player that she bought last Wednesday. Jack Off Jill, and Garbage, and all sorts of other bands fronted by loud and angry girls. Eventually, she started singing along. Not too long after, she turned the volume up ( Read more... )

Agnes was very pleased to have woken up in her own bed this morning, although she was much LESS pleased to discover she'd climbed in bed in the altogether. Whatever she'd been yesterday had left her thoroughly confused, although it said a lot about her character that the MOST confusing thing was this: If she'd thought she'd been in a coma in the ( Read more... )

Agnes felt like she ought to be doing... something. She wasn't entirely sure what was going on, which she really didn't like, but this whole Nemesis Island thing just sounded bad ( Read more... )

Just after Agnes finished getting dressed and pinning her tall pointy hat in place, she was attacked by not one but TWO parrots, a large showy black palm cockatoo, and a small green budgie, which flew around her head and pecked at the hat for a bit before settling one on each shoulder ( Read more... )