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[Forward-dated to late late Friday night, 23 September 2011]
[The verses appear to be written in purple crayon and none too tidily. Smudged fingerprints decorate the margins by the time the writer is done.]
Rising, rising is the moon,
Large and round, large and round, round round one,
Plate-like full moon will rise soon.
Hiding, hiding is the moon,
Behind the clouds, dark clouds, black black clouds,
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[Forward-dated to even later late late Friday night, 23 September 2011]
[The numbers are written tidily but quickly, and not with the writer's dominant hand, though they've clearly been practicing their handwriting there.]3|41 22|3 5|2 13|9 9|4 9|2 3|2 13|6 1|2 13|3 4|5 2|2 6|4 2|4 3|7 15|2 25|1 194 27|1 3|1 32|8 6|3 5|1 9|3 6|2 3|3 10|1 15|1 13|3 23|1 21|3 29|1 30|2 3|4 5|3 33|1 36|5 6|1 9|2 6|7 36|3 21|5 11|4 38|3 21 ( Read more... ) -
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[This entry is forward-dated to September 18]
[Copies of the following note will be found at the residences of Huo, Hawk, Axel, and Souji.]
"I've got something really special in store. Keep your ear to the ground, though trust me, you won't be able to miss it."
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[Meanwhile, in between various slips of paper that tell of people finding good ( Read more... ) -
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[Beginning Monday the 15th, the following dueling posters appear both in the journals and around the Sphere. And for some reason, even if you tear them down, they seem to reappear when no one is looking.]
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[The entry appears in large, hurried script; looks left-handed, obviously disguised.]
PLEASE
I don't want to die. I don't know what all of you have got waiting for you where you come from, but I know what I have. They can keep my memories. I don't want to die.
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Eyes up, head to the side!
[This entry is made just as the lanterns go up. The letters that appear tilt first to the left, then to the right, capering merrily across the page. Their strokes waver, as if the writer were using their off hand or were possibly far less than sober.]
COME ON OUT, EDENSPHERE
LOOK UP
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[This could be Fred's handwriting, but it's even more formal than her usual script. It also has a bit more of a flourish to it.
She is writing all this in an NPC journal that she stole.]
My, such a quaint little place this is. Nice, very idealistic... and oh so boring.
Fred, dear--why you picked such a dull name, honestly. Would not 'Rassilon' ( Read more... ) -
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3|29 15|1 12|2 5|5 1|2 23|2 3|2 5|2 16|8 16|1 1|1 9|3 10|6 16|7 10|1 5|4 17|1 10|7 26|5 5|4 7|2 20|3 22|1 18|3 11|5 5|3 6|1 2|1 21|2 10|1 2|2 26|5 3|3 14|2 9|2 6|4 22|2 5|1 12|2 6|2 8|4 7|1 24|1 2|4 16|4 25|3 20|3 16|6 16|5 2|5 21|3 -
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[it appears to have been written by two people fighting over the paper, which is subsequently scuffed up.]
STOP INKING THINGS OVER
no! they need to do it, it stops them from k[long jagged line]
There's no POINT everyone knows everyone knows
not everyone that's[jagged line and a rip]
LISTEN TO ME it knows it knows everything you write where do ( Read more... )
