burnt_orangesky: (Fred sees what you did there)
[The writing is a touch messy and hastily done--someone's kind of annoyed.]

That man was most unpleasant. Whoever it is who is in charge of the journalmakers needs to have a talk with this fellow--he absolutely refused-- [Inksplatter where she pressed the pen into the page too hard, followed by a pause while she finds a new pen.] to answer any of my questions!

[A slight pause and then the writing resumes, more composedly now.]

I do hope I was not gone too terribly long. Is everyone alright?

I seem to have a number of small luminescent insects following me about, perhaps fifteen of them. They're actually quite pretty; if this is the latest thing the Tree is doing, at least it is interesting and not too terribly dangerous.

[Another slight pause.]

Key, I should like to speak with you at some point soon. I saw something [Pentap.]

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Neutral)
This is becoming intolerable. I do not require padding to leave my house; nor do I require warnings for sharp objects, food, or beverages. If I am expected to put up with this for the remainder of this week, I may very well scream.

And to whomever is scribbling 'EXTERMINATE' everywhere, I would greatly appreciate it if you stopped. Immediately.

[Pen taps.]

Gai. I forgot to ask earlier, what with everything that happened. Did the toaster I helped you to find work, or did you need another?

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Dear Sphere: Plz stfu and diaf. Ta; Fred)
[The writing is small, and very delicate, in modified all caps.]

DOES ANYONE HAPPEN TO KNOW IF THE BAZAAR CARRIES DOLL'S CLOTHING? MY NORMAL ATTIRE HARDLY SUITS MY CURRENT STATURE.

-
FRED

[[ooc: replies will be made after I get back from work!]]
burnt_orangesky: (I'll be in my bunk)
[This entry appears late morning. The writing is shaky and somewhat less bold than usual, as though she isn't pressing her pen into the page very firmly.]

Bridge, I am afraid I do not feel very well at all; I shall be absent from the Yard today and perhaps a few more days as well. I am not entirely sure at this time.

Youth, my apologies for not showing up at our training session this morning; I shall have to make it up later, I suppose.

Bastet, as things stand I will be unable to collect from the current Wilderness, sorry for giving you such short notice.

[Pause] Genius, would you mind stopping by at some point today?

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Looking into the distance)
These creatures are rather [pause] sweet, if prolific.

Wasn't someone looking for a hairpin? I found a rather nice one. I managed to get all the rust off, but one of the tines is bent. [Have a quick sketch of Kagerou's hairpin]

[A slight pause as she tries to decide which name to put]


-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Dear Sphere: Plz stfu and diaf. Ta; Fred)
Despite the current [pen taps] difficulties with the journals, I feel I must ask. Does anyone know where Pinky might be? This would be the third night she has not come home; it seems unlike her to not leave a note at least. [Pause, a few pen taps] I have not seen Stigmata in some time either. Any information about the whereabouts of either one would be appreciated.

[Another pause, and just when it seems she isn't going to write anymore:]

Gene. I should like to speak to you, in person, at your earliest convenience.

-Fred

[ooc: Fred is unaffected, so everyone should be able to read this. Whether she can read your reply is another matter entirely...]
burnt_orangesky: (Hiding? Not me!)
[The words are shaky and a little sloppy, written rather hastily.]

Assistance would be greatly appreciated; I am lost in the Wilderness, currently in [small pause] some sort of swamp. It is quite eerie, but a little better than the areas with lava and fire.

It is not the least bit pleasant, especially with all these [long pause] I really don't like this place, it's decidedly creepy.

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (We are not amused)
I found something in the Wilderness that seems impossible, even for this place. I believe I may be the only person in Edensphere familiar with these pepperpot-like robots, so how was I able to find a toy version of one in one of the stores? For that matter, who would make this thing into a toy in the first place? It is not as though it is an attractive robot, I cannot see why anyone would ever want to play with it.

This finding is hardly worthy of a song!

-Fred

[ooc: Fred found a toy Dalek (but not the other two figures) in Toys R Us. Lol.]
burnt_orangesky: (Dying on the inside)
[Words appear slowly. Writing is very precise, though proper punctuation and such isn't being bothered with.]

hes gone
theyre gone
theyre not here
hes
I cant find him them they arent anywhere hes gone theyre gone Ive looked all over edensphere I cant find him them him

[Pause]

waiting
I dont
I cant
Im so tired of
Im tired

[Pause]

I dont want to
hope
theres no
hoping against without in spite of

[Long pause]

hopeless

[Pause]

why did he leave [pause] again
[Something scribbled out; the words 'cruel' and 'happened before' can be seen.]

this is too familiar

it hurts




[ooc- Due to a combination of nightmares, sleeping badly because of said nightmares, Roswell and Storm being MIA, and her ferret poofing, Fred has snapped juuuuust a bit. She's been running around all day looking for Roswell and Storm, and is currently lost in the Wilderness somewhere, completely exhausted and rather hungry. Also pinging hard for the Doctor leaving all the damn time >:( ]

[As of 11/17, this entry has been COMPLETELY INKED OVER. Nothing can be read any longer, though it's a bit late of Fred to try and hide her flip-out. The comments have been left untouched.

If you still want your character to reply as if he or she had seen the words, feel free.]
burnt_orangesky: (What does *this* button do?)
It has taken a few days to make this place livable, but if anyone would like a place to stay other than Temporary Housing or the Wilderness, I am willing to offer it. My house in Section Three has two rooms and a living area that are perfectly sound with only a little smoke damage; I probably have room for about seven people besides myself, if some people do not mind sleeping on the floor. Otherwise, I have three beds and a couch.

The only thing I was not able to shift is a large tree branch that broke through the roof in the bathroom area; the bathroom looks like it will be pretty well useless until someone has the time to fix it.

I have a dog and hopefully temporarily a rather talkative ferret, so if you're allergic you may not wish to sleep here.

Also, whenever Roswell returns he is, of course, entitled to a bed, as the house truly belongs to him. So I wish to hear no complaints on that front.

Finally, my apologies for anything my ferret has stolen or ruined in the past few days. I am trying to get him to stop that, but he doesn't seem willing to listen to me at all.

[ooc: She has a ferret (which she has named 'Last') with the personality of the 10th Doctor, so he is stealing shiny tech-y stuff and trying to tinker with it/pull it apart/destroy it/improve it. If you want to say he stole something, go for it! He also likes to chase Timcampi around when she's helping Steel with paperwork in the Clinic, lol]

[As of now, she has Pinky, Innovator, and 00 coming to live at her house. OPERATION COLLECT THE MECHAS IS A GO.]
burnt_orangesky: (Hiding? Not me!)
Dear Edensphere.

Thank you so much for~~~~

for randomly terrifying me. That was wonderful, let's do it again quite soon.

And I do not appreci~~~~~~~~~

I really do not k~~~~~~

Kindly stop mocking my perfectly justified dislike of snakes. This is~~~~~~

I really hate this place.

No love,

Fred.

[added a few minutes later]

By-the-by, does anyone recognize this thing?
Photobucket

[ooc- Her writing is a little shaky, and randomly trails off into ink blots. Her hair has turned into snakes for 5 days, and they keep on hissing at her and startling her. Oh, and she's currently hiding under her bed. PLEASE DISREGARD THE FACT THAT THE DALEK WAS DRAWN ON LINED PAPER. I drew it so well I didn't want to risk redrawing it.]
burnt_orangesky: (R u srs?)
I've been thinking about the last strange entry. The one with the sparkles, not the one with only colors. It told us to look for an apple. It specified only one.

Wasn't there someone in Edensphere by that name? He commented on my journal once. He mentioned that he had wings, and advised me as to the best time to buy fresh fruit and milk. Does anyone think the mysterious entry in the journals could have been talking about him?

Roswell-- are you free this evening? I would like to come over to your place to discuss your proposition.
burnt_orangesky: (Neutral)
Hello, I suppose.

I am really not sure what is going on in this 'Edensphere' place; I just arrived yesterday. Sky told me that whatever I write in this journal can be seen by everyone, so I'm trying it out.

Does everyone go through that disgusting goo-cocoon birth process? I don't know anything at all about this place.

An introduction would probably be in order about now--my name is Fred. If anyone has any pointers or advice about this place for me, I would love to talk to you. Actually, I would love to talk to anyone at all.

((The writing is a decent copperplate, not too fancy. For the first few sentences the letters appear slowly, as if Fred is not used to writing in this language, but she soon gets the hang of it and writes more quickly.))

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