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[Some of you may recognize Starscream's overly large, messy handwriting by now. Some of you may not. Either way, he wants to complain at you.]

What is wrong with you fleshlings? Your stories are revolting. I knew you were disgustingly organic and primitive already, but I thought you at least had some standards.

Every other fairytale in the library has interspecies fornication, inbreeding, mutilation, cannibalism, or is simply bizarre. This is the worst research I have ever had the displeasure of doing, and how in the Allspark the Autobots can admire your odious species is beyond me.

[Long pause.]

Oh yes, who here can read my messages? I have been attempting to ascertain how these communicator books function.

- Cmdr. Starscream

[The signature is pretentiously fancy looking.]

unaccepted

I see we have all been losing track of our things as of late. I suspect we should find whoever was given the role of Autolycus lest our community turn on each other. Which of us would go mad?

I am afraid, friends, I must report another stolen item. Items, rather! It seems that the few times I've entered a bar as of late, my drinks are taken. Yes, that is right. Every time I turn my head for a moment, they disappear. I am not normally one to complain, but an honest citizen can only stand so much.

If anyone can find these drinks or instead find the goodness in their heart replace my own, you will find me at The Frog Prince.

[ This is a complete and utter lie, but he thought he would give it a try. Signed: ] R.

peckish4action

[ One very much not pleased Robin writing, here. ]

I know people's things have gone missing, and I'm trying to keep track of any items that might show up, but this is important.

If anybody locates a sharp arrow, without a quiver or a bow nearby, it might be something that was stolen from me. Chances are that you won't like what happens if you cut yourself or somebody else on its tip. So this is a warning.

[ Why, yes, since the arrows are far from ordinary, he actually keeps track of their count. And, no, he didn't just leave it lying around, either. ]

For more details, those of you who know about Cupid or Eros may get a better idea of what's coming. It can pretty much make you passionately in love with, or in desire with, the first person you see.

I will appreciate if you return it to me, should it show up, but giving you all heads-up about its dangers is more important.

- Robin

Current Mood: irritated

jonathandammit

[Well, if anyone saw his last message, his writing today is downright frantic in comparison to his previous one. Instead of a nice flowery handwriting, he's probably just scrawling on the notebook today.]

Has anyone seen my Gauntlet?

It's a metallic glove that goes over the left arm. There's a screen on it, and if you tap the screen there should be a white fairy that appears named Burroughs. If anyone's seen it, can they alert me as soon as possible? It's-

[-and he accidentally tips over the ink and spills it over the rest of the page before he recovers.]

Um.

[A period of indistinct yelling at himself later,] -it's important.

volcanic

I can't believe this. I've been here for two weeks and the 'fairy tale' thing hasn't worn off yet. How many bridges do I have to cross, anyway? It was only one in the story.

[ There's the distinct possibility that Iceland misunderstood what it means to take on his fairy tale role. But he really, really doesn't want to be a goat boy any longer. ]

On top of that, one of my sweaters is missing. Just what kind of place is this? It better not be those geese who took it...

springlamb

[It's a bright and sunny afternoon on the 16th, and the town has become increasingly concerned over the items disappearing all over the place! In fact, it seems like things have just gotten worse over the last week or so; there's talk of entire dish sets going missing, or every single one of someone's coats. It's not just the animals at this point, though speaking of animals...

Lamb is currently consoling a poor man who seems to have lost not only his cart - with all of his wares, at that - but his horse along with it!]

(OOC: As always, you are not required to interact with Lamb or any NPCs, so don't feel you have to! You can simply use this as a sign that you can have larger items disappear. Some more observant characters may find a faint sheen of fairy dust at one crime scene, or perhaps a muddy footprint or three at another. Whoever's behind all this is getting a little more sloppy the bigger their target items get.)

chestboard

[as usual battler is a little confused. last he remembered he was in purgatory, and upon waking up here... well, he figured it was yet another trick from the witches.]

What this...? Hey hey- any witches out there mind explaining to me just what kind of game this is....?! You think this is funny, do you? That it's just so simple....

Aah setting up towns, people even... making me think they're all real. I know they're nooooot! You can't fool me that easiiillyyyy!

Dammiiiiit! It's useless, it's all useless!

[yes he even writes like a maniac.]

holyfight

[There are little doodles in the margins of this post - robots and flowers and flying tigers and dinosaurs! It's clear that Orihime has been using her book as a sketch book in addition to its intended use]

Does this really show up to everyone else if I write in it? Can anyone else see this? If you're the owner of this book, I'm really sorry for writing in it! But I can't think of any other way to find you!

Hi! I'm Inoue Orihime! From what I can gather, I'm supposed to be a Flower-Queen's Daughter. But I don't know any queens, so I think there's been a mistake! If anyone knows who that is, please let me know! I'd like to return her book to her!

awizardidit

[It took a long while for Harry to take up the book. Before that, he had kept his hand raised toward an empty space, his eyes closed while nothing happened. He remained in that position until sweat started showing up on his brow. Frustrated, he let out a sigh and strode to pick up the volume.

The big, gray dog next to him, big enough his back reaches the waist of the 6'9" man, follows his master with his eyes, panting and wagging his tail as encouragement. Harry appreciates that and acknowledges it with a brief mile and a nod.

Then, he opens the book and uses the quill with the expertise of someone who uses it often. He's no master calligrapher, but his handwriting is legible.]

I have no idea what is going on, but there's no way this is not the Nevernever. However, the gate to the mortal world I'm trying to create doesn't open. I've tried several times. I'm not messing up the spell, Bob, in case you read this.

On the other hand, maybe it's for the best. For all I know, I could end up on the Himalayas or the bottom of the ocean. Or worse, in Morgan's bedroom. Yuck. Yes, I had to put that on writing. To show it to my therapist if I ever find one.

I've also tried to summon fairies, and even those who would do anything to find me haven't showed up. Honestly? That's scary.

In any case, that's why I came back to the book. What I write here can be read by others, right? Like one of those chat-thingies today's cool kids have. Yay! I'm a cool kid!

So, is there anyone out there who can tell me what is going on?

Thank you.

Harry Dresden.

[He closes the book, picks up a bag with his belongings, and begins walking in seemingly a random direction. It's not that he doubts the book works. Quite the contrary. But he isn't one to sit and wait for things to happen when he can make that things happening.

The dog follows him.]

bellbound

[Mogget is writing from his temporary abode in the attic of one of the houses in Märchen. It's where he keeps his few belongings — except the lamp, of course, that's hidden. It's also occupied, but the inhabitants are currently unaware that they have a reluctant djinni living in their attic.]

Dear Thief,

I hope you are enjoying your pilfered fish. Rest assured, when I catch you I shall swallow you whole.

Regards,
Genie of the Lamp

[ooc: Open to action if anyone wants to discover Mogget in their house!]

ordinaryanimals

[It's a cloudy mid-morning on THURSDAY, JANUARY 9, and the town is bustling as always. Many people are quite excited about the second batch of new arrivals; though they're not getting quite the celebration the first round got, they still might find themselves being greeted by bizarrely friendly folk.

Out of place is a number of geese scattered around town, each with their own little messenger bag packed full of rolled up parchment. They're putting the papers up all over, on fence posts and market stalls and storefronts, even stuffing them into mailboxes and leaving them on benches. Each paper is nearly identical, with large, blocky font and the occasional inky feather mark.

LOST
SEVERAL ITEMS OF GREAT IMPORT

SOMEONE HAS STOLEN FROM OUR HOMES THE FOLLOWING THINGS

ONE GOOSE-SIZED NIGHT CAP
THREE TEACUPS (PINK AND YELLOW FISH PRINT)
EXACTLY SEVEN AND A QUARTER LEFT SOCKS
AN APPLE CRUMBLE

IF FOUND PLEASE CONTACT
ADELICIA VON FARTHINGTON (THE FIFTH)
AT THE NORTH BANK OF THE LAKE

If stopped, the geese will be more than happy to talk at great length about how terrible this all is. Strangely, there appear to be a few other people and animals poking around as though looking for something, or acting a bit sullen for such an otherwise joyful day.]

jonathandammit

Text

[SO APPARENTLY THESE NOTEBOOKS SEND OUT MESSAGES...? Like transmissions on Gauntlets...? That was a close call, he almost used this as a diary. Uh, not that anyone needed to know that.]

Good day. [There’s an awkward pause before the next words.] My name is Jonathan. I’ve arrived in this place rather suddenly, and I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do.

[The presses against the paper gets a bit softer.] I don’t want to bother anyone, but if it’s not too troublesome… has anyone heard of anyone called a Samurai? Or the Eastern Kingdom of Mikado? Has anyone heard of the archangels. I assume this… isn’t Heaven?

I’m sorry for being so forward, but any help could be appreciated, even if the answer is null. [Another pause.] Oh, one last thing- has anyone else arrived here… postmortem?

Action

[If anyone goes outside on the streets of Märchen, they might spot someone very pointedly trying to avoid the pixies. He thinks he's being subtle, but really he's not.

He's holding a book with the name 'Hansel' engraved on it. He also has a new-found fear of sweets, but you can't really tell that from his face. Care to approach?]

petitgamin

[The handwriting is painfully messy, but legible, as if someone has struggled over writing out the few short words with all the effort they could manage. The piece is horribly mis-spelled, but to be fair to Gavroche, he only just learnt how to write. His reading ain't all that good neither, but he tries]

I lik bein abl to flie. But it is kolde an' it's koldder up in the aire. I hav a hom under a tre. It's nic, but there's snow. Mebbe Ponine will let mi stay wiv her durin' the kolde.

[There's messy splotches, like he was just drawing, then remembered that he was meant to be writing in this book]

So far, bein Peetah Pan aen't so bad. I can get mi own fud all easy like. Stil cante find a s...sw...sord thou. Mebbeh I'll ned to nik one. Dun fink I shood be nikin' though. I don't think Peetah Pan wood nik.

[Another few scribbled drawings decorate the page]

Fink I will flie some moor now.

under_the_wire

Especially with winter upon us so suddenly, I find myself with little to keep me busy. The people here are kind enough, especially now that they seem content with the flowers I give them and aren't trying to poke me in the eye or pull my hair anymore, but playing the kind benefactor isn't exactly a role I'm suited to.

Has anyone given any thought to running a business? Ruling a town? Anything that might require a clerk or a secretary? There is no paper on my desk save for that I've chosen to put there myself and I'm quite out of my element.

lil_sunspot

- spending money, and colder weather. Both spell business for Kiri.

Since arriving, Kiri has mostly been keeping to himself, doing odd jobs around town (repainting houses, minor carpentry, mending clothes, retail for NPC shops) and trying to figure out how The Pupil's powers function. Using the journal didn't really come to mind... At least, not until now, with Elle safe and just enough capital to partially start the tailoring shop. Sure, making clothing for the locals is nice, but it is high time to expand the target audience.]

[Happy holidays! is centered at the top of the page, and folds out into a surprisingly well sketched drawing of a certain home at the northern edge of the housing district -- a rickety thing, shivering against the brick building beside it, with its cross-beams chipped and paint peeling -- modest and homely for all its blemishes. It is framed with an elaborate scheme of ribbons of cloth, needles, and thread woven together in sailing knots. His handwriting is neatly etched at the foot of the picture.]

Are you ready for the winter? Are you looking for that perfect gift? Come to L&F Tailoring in the northern housing district for all your clothing needs from aprons to zippers! Personalized clothing and mending are made to order starting at 5 SILVER, or an equal trade!

[A simple, but effective, map is printed to the left of the blurb, showing what streets it is next to and the nearest plaza.]

Holiday gift purchases come with a free animal patch! [An example is doodled just on the side.]

- Kiri Luchile

[His signature has a quirky flourish to the "l"s. L&F Tailoring can be found here.]

((OOC: Small edit to add a number -- wasn't aware of approximate currency before))

topgun_textiles

So the maids finally quit trying to dress me after I told them a bunch of times to cut it out. I know I'm supposed to be a prince or whatever, but do they seriously not know how to put on their own freaking pants in real life and stories? That's bullshit!

Besides, I like my damn privacy. Other people dressing me makes it feel like I'm lazy or something.

But one of them said something strange the other day. One of them told me I should keep on my best behavior, or Santa will give me coal. Santa. I asked around and, holy shit, there's a North Pole here with Santa, elves, reindeer and everything! So I wanna check it out. I wanna see the North Pole for myself!

If I pack now, I can make a trip up there and be back in time for Christmas.

...But would Santa get pissed if I went to check his place out?

oldwinter

[ Putting together an end of season festival doesn't happen very often, hence why most of the celebratory hints were intended for their new arrivals. Saviors, some have taken to calling them, even to their faces. But the solstice was for Winter alone. On occasion, these seasonal festivals haven't just been a welcome party, but a natural call for competition between siblings. Along with so many new faces to impress, well... Old Man Winter never had any intention of being quiet about it.

It happened overnight. In a matter of hours, the temperature dropped. Fallen leaves in the city, still crisp, still changing from red to brown, were coated in a soft layer of fresh snow. The lake iced over, the fountains froze, and the windows were overtaken by intricate patterns of frost. An icy, bitter wind whistled down from the northern continent. By noon it would be snowing again. ]

kutanagi

( The writing shows up very late in the evening (if anyone's still awake) and the page is a bit difficult to read, not because of the handwriting; if anything, Yui's handwriting is neat and very much legible. It's difficult to read because of smudging of ink on the paper caused by something wet being dropped on it.

It's not rain though. It's Yui uncontrollably crying because of the full moon outside. )

TO-DO LIST:
1. Find less awkward clothes
2. ~~Find a swordsmith.~~ There's one here.
3. Clean the mansion → might take a while
4. Shopping list
- rice
- fish, eggs
- daikon, cabbage, onions, garlic, plum → see if I can grow them instead
- condiments (soy sauce, vinegar, miso maybe?)
- salt
- also soap, toothpaste and other personal items → DON'T FORGET!
5. LIBRARY

I apologize for the messiness of the page but does anyone ~~know how to get to the moon~~ ( That part was hurriedly crossed out, as if she didn't realize she was writing it, but it's still clearly visible anyway. ) have an axe?

I was informed by the townsfolk that I'll need one to get my daily stipend from the ( Looooong, hesitant pause, complete with an accidental ink blot. ) Moon Capital but they were hesitant lending me one. Something about erratic behavior during full moons. In any case, I don't mind paying for your help as well once I get the money. Or the gold, as they had told me.

righthandcat

[ He's kind of rusty on the written form of the Old Tongue, but Ranulf wanted to learn as much as he could as soon as possible. And for now he wanted to test a theory on the international nature of language comprehension here. If they could understand a language which was slowly fading out of use, then that would be better proof than anything. ]

(Translation)

[ There's a thoughtful pause, which causes an ink blotch. He didn't think his experience with new cultures would get as diverse or otherworldly as this. Talk about more than he's bargained for. ]

I think it would be a little much to look for a common-point between us, but I'd still like to know what the places you were from are like. If you don't want to talk about it I understand! I'm sure there are better things to do than chat with a curious cat. Or you know, if you're from here you can say a little more about this place too. If I'm staying a while I might as well get to know this place better.

For me, well... I was born in the forested country of Gallia, on the continent of Tellius. We recently finished a big ol' war, and I don't want to bother you with the details. [ ~~Basically the world as they knew it almost ended but things worked out just fine~~. ] It looks like the continent's in good hands though, so I'm not too worried. See, I already left home not too long ago, so I'm prepared beforehand to not know what exactly is going on back there. I used to... y'know, do small favors. [ For the king, but let's not toot our own horn here. Not to mention all the hazards he's had to deal with. ] Met a lot of people. There really is no such thing as an average town! There are odd blokes everywhere if you look hard enough, and I mean that in a good way.

As it was I already am a bit of a traveler, actually. So on my part, I'll just consider this place an unplanned detour! Though I get if some others among you might not be so optimistic.

themortalson

[The handwriting isn't the neatest, but the style is sharp and strong. Unfamiliarity with a quill pen most likely.]

Before heading into the forest:

1. Stick to the paths
• Risk of more encounters if you walk off into the woods directly

2. Try not to travel alone

3. Go during the day

4. Always be ready to defend yourself

[The writing stops. He doesn't know why he even wants to go about the forest like this. Seeing the shore of a lake, he closes his journal and head towards it. Sword, gun, and ax and the animals in tow, sounds like an ideal place to stop for a bit.]

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