[A picture is drawn in the journals! Hooray! It takes a bit of time to appear, with a lot of erasing and then finally not giving a fuck anymore.]

( Non-IC cut, because Castor doesn't care about your F-Lists. )

Someone wanna recommend a job? Don't wanna be kicked out on my ass.

[The handwriting is thin, plain chicken scratch, carelessly written, with the occasional jump, as though twitching. Yep, same as ever.]

Hey, magic diary:

Where do I get a coat? S'cold out here.

( Something that might, once again, mean something. )