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

[speeding]

I can deal with that time frame I think. Personally I hope my nickname kicks ass.

Yeah they totally will, but we'll get to gloat. You know, being more awesome and cunning than everyone else.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

I deal with letters mostly, so you might be SOL, dude. But I'll see what I can do, yeah. All of this end-of-the-world business has sort of frazzled my brain.

But perhaps the mood will strike me and I'll be inspired.

[speeding]

Hey, not so bad. I like the name I picked. One syllable. Says it all. Can't really shorten that too much, right?

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Drake.

Want.


i find a way.

[speeding]

Yeah, well, maybe I'll break the mold and get to keep my dignity or something.

Curse you Throne! Foiled again.