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

[distant-dragon.livejournal.com]

Boy did you pick a bad day to show up.

There's some kind of big storm brewing so unless you want your stay in the sphere to be very very short, I should hope you got shoved down to the Wilderness.

[thewindslast.livejournal.com]

You're not talking to it, you're writing to it!

[shiro-yasha.livejournal.com]

Hmm, if it's cheese you're after, then just go to the market.

Ladies shoes is something else though. If you go shopping with a woman too often you'll just end up blowing all of your hard earned cash on something useless, so you should just become a shut-in.

[unlostsoul.livejournal.com]

Not to be curt or anything, but you should probably be dashing your way down to the Wilderness, new guy.

Most important thing to learn about the 'sphere is it likes to screw with us for shits and giggles, and it sounds like there's a major screwing with on the way.

So welcome to the fishbowl, blah blah, get yourself to safety, have a nice day.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Wow, you totally chose an awkward time to plop your way into existence, New Guy Dash.