First Run - Hi, what the hell?

[speeding]

Okay. So.

• Magical journal? Check.
• Shower has been had? Check.
• Actually not-goopy clothing that still doesn't really fit? Check.
• Waking up in the most insane excuse for a social study without any memories or, you know, clothes, and being told the low-down by some poor girl who looked like she was going to faint? Double check.
• Getting practically manhandled around to god knows where without anyone telling me what the hell this is about and ending up writing this next to an endless rack of lady's high heels? GO TIME.

But seriously, magical journal, what the heck is going on?

Uh, and if these things work the way I'm told they are supposed to-- Hello there my fellow lab rats. I guess welcome me to the maze? And, you know, direct me to the cheese and not the sparks.

The name's Dash, by the way. As in dashingly handsome, or dashing to the rescue. You know, I’m good with either.

god I feel like a dork talking to a journal.

Comments

[unlostsoul.livejournal.com]

These are both crappy principles to live by.

Old timers, huh? Lemme see.

[circles appear around one of Throne's comment -- with the label "OLD" -- and one of Drake's -- with the label "ANCIENT"]

Either of them would work.

I've been here... three months? Give or take a few days? Wow. It feels a lot longer.

[speeding]

Yeah well, I didn't say they were great.

Okay, thanks.

This is that kind of place huh? Goody.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

No way.

Three months?



I am way too easy.