(no subject)
[there's several minutes of silence, nothing written or dictated but the sounds of the wind blowing through an open window, before an elegant script begins to be written on the page]
This is certainly an interesting world. Paradisa. Paradise. A place that grants wishes and desires at a price. A place where the dead come back in two weeks time, where ghosts of people unknown serve in place of furniture, where magic is perhaps even more commonplace than science.
Don't bother explaining the situation; I'm already well aware of everything there is to know about this place.
I wouldn't mind being introduced to the players living here, however. An introduction through the journal will suffice, but I'll keep my door open as well. It's 609, and "Bernkastel" should adorn the door.
[and then, after a few moments, a filter appears]
[Lambdadelta]
You're here, aren't you? I'm surprised I've been here as long as I have without you coming to bother me. But there's no use hiding I'm here.
Tell me, what have you been up to?
This is certainly an interesting world. Paradisa. Paradise. A place that grants wishes and desires at a price. A place where the dead come back in two weeks time, where ghosts of people unknown serve in place of furniture, where magic is perhaps even more commonplace than science.
Don't bother explaining the situation; I'm already well aware of everything there is to know about this place.
I wouldn't mind being introduced to the players living here, however. An introduction through the journal will suffice, but I'll keep my door open as well. It's 609, and "Bernkastel" should adorn the door.
[and then, after a few moments, a filter appears]
[Lambdadelta]
You're here, aren't you? I'm surprised I've been here as long as I have without you coming to bother me. But there's no use hiding I'm here.
Tell me, what have you been up to?