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Feb. 23rd, 2007 | 04:53 pm
location: room 3825N
mood: sicksick

There's supposed to be a banquet... it says so on this invitation that was apparently slotted through the door. Considering that I haven't had proper food for days, I should go. Even if there are people there, I can take the opportunity to find out more about this weird place.

Weird. It is not a word I use often, but how else do I describe this place that made clothes appear on my bed?

...am I actually expected to wear them? And where is the main banquet hall anyway?

Matt never came by for his cancer sticks. I guess I'll just have to bring them along with me when I leave the room.
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Mu

Feb. 22nd, 2007 | 03:15 pm
mood: aggravatedaggravated

Eh, better save some of the cigarettes for Matt. I'm almost done anyway.

Having the toy box around is a fantastic way to pass time... but I'm eventually going to be done playing with every single one of them. Then what would I do?

And though the bathroom is a fair supply of water, the food will run out eventually. It's not even healthy food. I'd probably end up coming down with scurvy.

If I'm not already dead.

So far, it's one vote for yes and one for no. And one vote for screw it all, just give me toys.

...

The Shinigami said... there is no heaven or hell. All that remains after death is Mu. Maybe he was lying, maybe not. Or maybe there are places other than heaven or hell...

...

...

Needs to be bigger. Cigarettes are such fragile building material.

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I don't swear, DAMN IT.

Feb. 21st, 2007 | 04:05 pm
location: room, bed
mood: frustratedfrustrated

Am I... dead?!

Calm down.

Just because two people who've been dead for five months are here doesn't... They're dead. And they're here.

...

It's rare, but not unheard of, for perfectly healthy people to die suddenly. But then again, no one really knows what happens when a person dies, so it may be that the living and the dead are able to co-exist on some level of existence.

Or it may be that I'm in denial and grasping at straws to demonstrate that I'm still living.

...

Insufficient information to come to any proper conclusion.

At least all my toys are here... and my stash of chocolate.

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What?

Feb. 20th, 2007 | 08:31 am
mood: confusedconfused

This is not my bed, even though that is my toybox over in that corner; this is not where I fell asleep. It's too quiet.

Have I been kidnapped? But only eight people in this world know that I am L. Besides, I doubt most kidnappers have such good manners... or good lodgings. And such lax security.

There are no guards; merely seemingly endless hallways. Perhaps this place is its own guard.

...

The first thing I must do, of course, is to ensure my own safety. Next, I need to find a way to contact...

Oh bugger.

Where is my cellphone?

Perhaps it is a kidnapping after all.

Yes, I shall have to find a way to contact Roger. I suppose that includes having to explore this place a little.

Damn.
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