i lost count... :(
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Dear magical, manly diary,
I'm going to write this and not feel stupid about it, because everyone else has a journal, and probably writes their thoughts and feelings down, too. Plus, I'm using a magical journal, so no one can read it if they find it, anyway. This is just a reference sheet, actually! That's all.
Just how much power does this place have, that it can pull anyone out from their world without affecting anything? Especially time. And which people are prone to being selected? [circles this, draws an arrow up to the top of the page and writes "unusual people attention horses, people with unusual abilities, the occasional normie"] And what exactly is the point of being here? What is the point of Paradisa? Who is Paradisa? A universe can't think. A castle can't think. Someone has to be running this freak-show.
Man, I'm starting to sound and act like Rip. The only difference is that I'm using paper instead of a chalkboard. Scary.
[this is randomly put off to the side somewhere] Note to self: don't do any more rash, stupid things. At least don't do it intentionally. I was lucky, that time. If it ever happens again and I get caught, it'll be the end of me. Oh god.
Prime was enough of a problem back home, and now he's stuck here with the rest of us, with the guidance of another psychopath. She's obviously just using him... I don't think she'd be much of a threat by herself, and apparently Prime doesn't do much without her. Maybe prodding at his pride might be enough to strain the relationship. But I can't do it, that's for sure.
I wonder if I could have found a way out of this place if I knew as much about time and the multiverse as Rip does. No, if that were true, someone would have already... right? I'm sure there have been other time travelers that have stayed here. I should look into it.
And that brings up the issue of whether or not I want to go back. It shouldn't matter, though... if it's possible, it should be an option left for everyone. And of course I want to go back. After all, it's not like this place is real, technically.
... That's not true. I-- [A PAUSE... has been in denial for so long about Ted dying if he was sent back; as much as he tries to forget and just have fun, it's been difficult; DOESN'T WANT TO ANGST INTO THE JOURNAL]
I miss Skeets.
... [a sigh] I still feel stupid for doing this. Maybe I should have used bullet points.
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You know, I think giving us journals was the dumbest idea ever. I like the idea of magical cell phones way better. Why couldn't we get those instead?! I mean, they're a lot easier to keep track of, oddly enough. Obviously the castle needs to catch up with the times. We need better communication devices. Ones that can clip onto a belt-loop! And record video! Wait-- never mind. I don't want to see people accidentally recording themselves doing it.
What I'm trying to say is that I had lost my journal. So if any of you have been wondering where I've been-- or care enough to have noticed! I've been... journaless. And since it'd be a pain to flip through all these pages, can anyone tell me what I missed? Think I would've noticed if anyone snapped and went on a killing spree, at least.
Anyway, uh, ... onto important matters! I'm going to throw a warning out there, about the elevators. Be careful, those things suck. It might save you and your bladder if you just take the stairs.
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Anyone else notice that "Crybaby-Prime" doesn't know he's being used by a fifteen year old girl? I mean, come on. A guy like that wouldn't just willingly allow himself to be controlled. That piece of jailbait is power-hungry, I saw it for myself. The guy doesn't do much, not unless she orders him to do something, right? So to make things easier for ourselves, I say we rip the batteries away from the remote. What do you guys think?
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[chugs a can of coke, and as he lowers the can back onto the table, he belches. loudly; a pause as he glances around, raising a hand to his mouth, sheepish] Oops.
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Oh, and I still need money. Who wants to help me advertise television in town?