First Casefile: New Feather [Action/Written]

[quicktoanger]

[Action]

Well, sure, I was just sitting on the roof. I mean, hey, it was a bit chilly, but I'm used to that. And I wasn't sure where I was, but hell, that's hardly any change.

The fact that I couldn't figure out how to get down was entirely irrelevant. I assure you. So there I sat, on the roof, scribbling in my journal.

The wings, it seems, didn't come off. Damn near fell off the roof figuring that out. They still throbbed.

The journal was an interesting thing, actually. It had my name on it. Apparently it updated to represent the journals other people used? I'd tried to look at it through the Sight. Luckily, the freezing cold was doing wonders staving off that headache.

I looked over the side again. Considered trying to climb. But, well, it was a rather tall building, and there weren't many handholds within reach. No. No, better to find some other method. So I'll just keep writing in that journal.

[Written]

Hey. Don't know if there's some sort of etiquette to this... journal thing, or whatever it's called, but I have a question.

Where the hell am I, why do I have wings, and how did I get on top of this building without any clothing?

I don't think I was that drunk last night...

Comments

[Voice]

[geniustheveil]

[Top priority: Calm him down.]

I'd be happy to help explain as much as I can.

Re: [Voice]

[quicktoanger]

Okay. When journals start talking to me, I actually have a strategy. It's a very cunning, devious strategy. It involves dropping the book to the ground to ground out any evil energy, emphatic vocalizations to focus my emotions, and backing away to a more defensible position in case of manifestations.

I definitely didn't drop the book, yelp, and scurry back from it. That's absolutely not what happened.

"... This thing can talk. Well, shit, it could have said that somewhere."

[Voice]

[geniustheveil]

Think of it as instant recording and playback. I'm not the book.

Voice

[redjacketthief]

[It's a relatively minor particularity in the bigger scheme, but Lupin prefers to keep his handwriting hidden. That way, he can leave notes anonymously around town as he pleases. He's done it before, and it was always interesting watching people scramble to figure out who sent the message.

Lupin replies in audio, because. He's Lupin III.]

...Just the usual, no revving up chainsaws at midnight, and spare us your drunken recitals.

[He goes more serious then, calmer, as he searches for the best way to answer a New Feather.]

How well do you know your movies? Because the phrase 'Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore' fits pretty well here. No, you're drunk--that was my first reaction too.

Sorry to disappoint.

Voice

[quicktoanger]

"Movies are a very old, very dear companion of mine. And if I'm not drunk, why do I have wings, exactly?"

Voice

[redjacketthief]

They're a part a part of this place, like these stupid books. Think of them as a dog collar--they do nothing, and are really annoying.

Don't do anything to them, though. Pull them off and you die. No joke.

[Voice]

[kineticcajun]

Hate to ruin the fun, but you prob'ly weren't that drunk.

[Voice]

[quicktoanger]

"Well, then there's been a clerical error. I definitely don't get the wings when I die.

Also, I'm up on a roof."

[Voice]

[kineticcajun]

Yeah, I thought the same t'ing when I woke up here.

[Slight grin.]

Which roof? Most of 'em got a stairway to get down.

[Written]

[fleurdesel]

[It is some time before Adele is able to reply to this entry, as she spends the bulk of the afternoon with her hands full of yards of blond hair. But once she's home, she jots down a note.]

Since there are children in the Village, I would suggest you do not post nude images of yourself, or recordings of anything lewd or obscene. Other than that it is simply a matter of not doing anything you would not wish done to you.

[Written]

[quicktoanger]

Kids are watching, don't be an ass, no sexting. Got it.

Wow. This is probably the closest I'll ever come to the internet. Sad thought.

[Written]

[fleurdesel]

...Sexting? I do not know this word. [Though it sounded like something Remy would do. Often. Perhaps something he might have mentioned around her? Or even Irving.]

[ action ]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue was just on her way to grab something from the grocery store for lunch when she saw the obvious New Feather on top of the roof.

Oh good Lord.]

Hey, hot shot! The wings don't actually work, ya know!

[ action ]

[quicktoanger]

"If they worked, I'd be down by now, wouldn't I?"

Hmm. Slim figure, youngish, carried herself with an attitude. Loved the white streak in the hair, though. Reminded me of Molly a bit.

"Don't suppose you have any idea what's going on?"

[ action ]

[touchofrogue]

I think I'd rather tell ya when you're not in the position ta find out if it's a Wonderful Life.

[She's guessing there's no trap door up there so... ladder. She needs a ladder. Or Kurt. Hmm. Which would be easier?]

[Written]

[thefinaljedi]

There isn't any real etiquette to the journals. Just do what you normally would.

As for where you are, its a place called Luceti. You were brought here by an organization called the Malnosso, and they are the ones that gave you wings. Don't remove them, that'd be fatal.

Do you still need help getting down? I'm happy to come get you if you need. Just tell me where.

[Written]

[quicktoanger]

I'd appreciate it. I'm on top of a... nondescript building near the edge of this village?

I'm guessing that's not terribly helpful. Hang on, let me look for a landmark.

Okay. If I look down the road I can see a fountain off in the distance, it looks like a town square. And, there's a river on the other corner.

I guess I can't really narrow it down beyond that. Sorry.

[Action]

[i_am_not_cute]

[Roof? Pao-Lin loves the roof. Especially if it's the roof of Community Housing 7, where she lives. Since the weather's been getting warmer, she's taken to practicing her kung fu routines on the roof again.

She swings up over the edge from her window...and blinks in surprise when she sees she's got company for once.]

Oh...you must be a New Feather...!

[Action]

[quicktoanger]

Okay, when girls with green hair sneak up on me and they're not my apprentice, they startle me.

That was not an unmanly yelp of astonishment. At all. It was sort of an... instinctive battle cry. To ward off potential threats.

Yeah. That was it.

"... New what?"

action

[wannabolt]

[Hey, is that a dude on the roof? Well, time for Dash to swoop down and see what's up! After all, the last time she saw something like that was when a New Feather tried to fly with those dinky little wings.

So, yes, say hello to a cartoonish looking and brightly colored pegasus. 'sup?]

I hope you're not planning on diving down there. The wings are just for show.

Action

[quicktoanger]

... No, I wasn't dead. No, I hadn't gone to heaven, or hell, and no, I wasn't drunk off my ass last night.

Clearly, somebody had slipped me heavy grade hallucinogens. Because that was a bright blue cartoon horse. With a rainbow mane. And wings, which... I guess made it more like Pegasus?

Cartoon rainbow pegasus. If the looney toons did greek mythology, this would be the steed Perseus rode into battle.

"... What.. in... what?"

I blinked. It was still there.

I blinked harder.

It was still there.

"... Oh, hell's bells."

{written}

[contempsi]

The place you're in is called Luceti. Everyone has those wings. Be careful with them, because they're now part of you and you'll feel it if anything happens to them.

I don't know why you're on top of a building, though.

[Written]

[quicktoanger]

I noticed that, actually. I tried to remove one. I'm not gonna do that again.

[magentarific]

On top of a building? I guess they're just dropping people anywhere.

[quicktoanger]

Apparently so. It's damned inconsiderate, if you ask me.