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Eleven Bells: [Action/Written] Oddly Introverted Today

[Tonight, Archie is out in the woods, walking along the river instead of the path toward the southern lake. Something about being away from the village, in the solitude of the woods, with the sky going on for miles above him, is closer than anything else to the openness of the sea. The strange thing is that Archie was never too poetic about the sea itself--it was the ships he loved, not the water they sailed on. But now that the sea is far away and there is no ship to sail upon it, he finds himself very homesick for that endless expanse. So he walks by moonlight, gathering his thoughts and finding as much tranquility as he can in the woods.

When he returns home through the village, it will be past midnight. He'll stare at the furnished, unlived-in bedroom in his apartment, set up for someone who never comes. In the morning, he'll wake up on the couch, beneath the mural of the Indefatigable. Eventually, he'll write an unsigned message on the journal network.]

When the wind embraces all the world between the sky and sea,
It speaks in my ear of the left-behind, dear friend, it speaks of thee.
I wish you a journey far and long and spirits high and free,
And hope that the wind still speaks to you, dear friend, and speaks of me.

[A few minutes later, he'll scribble the whole thing out.

In the morning, anyone will be able to find him about, grocery shopping mostly, but also just browsing the shelves idly. He'll hit Good Spirits a little earlier than usual and drink a little more than normal.]

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I imagine everyone wonders what it would be like to forget everything that hurt them. Now that you know, what do you think of that?

I know I'm better off being this person. That's all I need to know -- hurt or no hurt.

I'm afraid I think you're right.

Afraid? It's not like there's anything bad about being the person you're supposed to be -- right? Not if that's the person you need to be.

[ because she wonders about this, too. ]

It was a figure of speech.

But I'm guessing it's also a figure of speech for a reason.

[ tap tap tap. buffy buries her heels in the sand. ]

I suppose I meant that Luceti isn't as separate from the rest of our lives as we think sometimes.

Of course it isn't. We're our own lives. Kinda hard to separate that.

Impossible. Foolish to even try.

So don't.

Do you believe it's the Malnosso who bring us here, or this place?

This place.

[ she is so much less talkative while writing. ]

Why?

The other option just doesn't make sense.

Neither does the one you chose.

People going home. There's no rhyme or reason to that. Kinda puts a stumbling block in front of the whole all Malnosso controlled bit.

Perhaps they send home anyone who is no longer of use. It makes more sense than a place bringing everyone.

Spontaneous world-jumping? Believe me -- way more likely than you'd think.

But a place isn't sentient, is it?

Doesn't need to be sentient to have magics. Or the ability to break into other worlds and drag hostages through. It could just be like slipping through the cracks.

You seem to know a great deal about this.

We can blame my line of work for that one. Why? Not from one of the magics-filled worlds?

[ sometimes, they were easy to spot. ]

I never spent much time contemplating magic in my world.

It's probably there, though. In the background.

I know, it just wasn't important.

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