Entry 121; Day 267
Something has happened, and it's clear that it must be a curse, but I can't piece out the details of it. Although, really, I don't feel especially different: I'm in my own room, in my own body, in my own clothing, speaking with my own voice, and with my own mind. Having glanced at the Network, there doesn't seem to be any particular pattern as yet, though there more than a little confusion abounding. And yet, some things are very peculiar.
Simply put, I don't seem to have to use the door anymore.
I went to open the door to my room this morning and I found I could pass right though it, as though it were a curtain and not a door. It's not as though I tumbled through it and found myself in the hall, but very close to it. I just slipped right though, unencumbered. And yet, I can stand on the floor and sit on a chair without a problem. It's only the walls--and only when I so want to pass through them. Though I hesitate to say it, perhaps it's something like being a ghost, walking through walls. I've been experimenting with it, though not without some hesitation that I might find myself trapped in between the walls, and it seems not to be any particular wall, but rather all walls. So therefore it must be me, and I am certainly not dead, let alone a ghost--more and more impossible. And yet, for the sake of my sanity, I have just tried it again and found myself in my wardrobe without bothering with the doors. Is anyone else having this particular problem?
Merry, are you all right? Are you tumbling through walls, or who knows what all else? It's a curse, of course, but I can't figure it out.
DON'T GO OUT UNTIL WE KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. IF IT TAKES PIANO PRACTICE TO KEEP YOU SAFE, SO BE IT. FAILING THAT, IT WILL BE HISTORY AND GEOGRAPHY.
--And I do take that back about my voice. It seems to be my own most of the time.
My god, if Riff could see this. I can see his face now, shocked beyond belief when I'd step through his wall--
Of course, on top of it all, my watch seems slow. Unless I was writing far faster than I realised. --Or perhaps it isn't, and perhaps I'm simply mad.
This is beyond frustrating--oh, ha ha, is this the expected irony, the 'jinx', for all my talk yesterday about fate, destiny, and beliefs? Wouldn't that be brilliant if it were: that suddenly the idea that I affect the world around me by my very will comes true, so the walls are fluid to me when I so choose them to be. But that's far too intricate for the 'deities' to have constructed in the course of one night.
Perhaps the greater question is what I am supposed to do with this--these, perhaps--abilities. Yet again, as curses go, this is quite mild. I don't mind melting through walls for the day, as it's rather interesting, after the initial shock. But what now? Is this only the first half of the curse? Is there to be more and worse as the day wears on?
SOMEONE WILL INFORM ME WHAT HAS HAPPENED.
If you would, please.
~C.
[ooc: Somebody swapped powers with Susan Sto Helit today~ So for the duration of the curse, he can, "walk through walls and live outside time and be a little bit immortal." He also has THE VOICE, which is the best thing ever. Work, yet again, but so it goes.]
Simply put, I don't seem to have to use the door anymore.
I went to open the door to my room this morning and I found I could pass right though it, as though it were a curtain and not a door. It's not as though I tumbled through it and found myself in the hall, but very close to it. I just slipped right though, unencumbered. And yet, I can stand on the floor and sit on a chair without a problem. It's only the walls--and only when I so want to pass through them. Though I hesitate to say it, perhaps it's something like being a ghost, walking through walls. I've been experimenting with it, though not without some hesitation that I might find myself trapped in between the walls, and it seems not to be any particular wall, but rather all walls. So therefore it must be me, and I am certainly not dead, let alone a ghost--more and more impossible. And yet, for the sake of my sanity, I have just tried it again and found myself in my wardrobe without bothering with the doors. Is anyone else having this particular problem?
Merry, are you all right? Are you tumbling through walls, or who knows what all else? It's a curse, of course, but I can't figure it out.
DON'T GO OUT UNTIL WE KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. IF IT TAKES PIANO PRACTICE TO KEEP YOU SAFE, SO BE IT. FAILING THAT, IT WILL BE HISTORY AND GEOGRAPHY.
--And I do take that back about my voice. It seems to be my own most of the time.
My god, if Riff could see this. I can see his face now, shocked beyond belief when I'd step through his wall--
Of course, on top of it all, my watch seems slow. Unless I was writing far faster than I realised. --Or perhaps it isn't, and perhaps I'm simply mad.
This is beyond frustrating--oh, ha ha, is this the expected irony, the 'jinx', for all my talk yesterday about fate, destiny, and beliefs? Wouldn't that be brilliant if it were: that suddenly the idea that I affect the world around me by my very will comes true, so the walls are fluid to me when I so choose them to be. But that's far too intricate for the 'deities' to have constructed in the course of one night.
Perhaps the greater question is what I am supposed to do with this--these, perhaps--abilities. Yet again, as curses go, this is quite mild. I don't mind melting through walls for the day, as it's rather interesting, after the initial shock. But what now? Is this only the first half of the curse? Is there to be more and worse as the day wears on?
SOMEONE WILL INFORM ME WHAT HAS HAPPENED.
If you would, please.
~C.
[ooc: Somebody swapped powers with Susan Sto Helit today~ So for the duration of the curse, he can, "walk through walls and live outside time and be a little bit immortal." He also has THE VOICE, which is the best thing ever. Work, yet again, but so it goes.]