nixe_eva

Some food for thought:

If you're dreaming you're dreaming, are you dreaming or are you awake?

If you're in a world where nothing makes sense and you've forgotten what you suppose should be called home, do you belong in the forgotten place, or what you've been forced to make do with?

-Tabs

[scrawled in later]

P.S. Looking for Brooklyn-to-English translator. Apply within.

[writing is sloppy and each line is certainly not straight]

creepy guy in black cloak: check

money stolen: check

crystal thingy with rings: check



This place is never lacking in the unexpected. Or depressing

don't take things from strangers. ever.


[strikes scribbled out, there are some lines that look like the pen was jostled by something nuzzling the writing hand]

the good:
adible edible food

the bad:
people
cocoons

and the just plain weird:
festivals
clothing-switching
unicorns
that place were not supposed to go

[ooc: the last thing listed is a reference to the Willy Wonka

P.S. the handwriting is still very messy]

I can't understand the fascination this place has with making fools of its residents.



[ooc: wardrobe malfunction! I torment her.]

Congrats on having the best welcoming party ever.

Goop, cocoon, and everything were great!

On a better note: no bubbles floating above my head anymore.

[writing is messy. the writer obviously has had very little practice XD]