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18 July 2007 @ 09:08 pm
[there are a few lazy grease streaks all over the page from where he brushed his fingers over it; dictated:]

So much complaining. It seems humans are never satisfied; how bothersome.

It is strange that the castle still manages to thwart my efforts outside, even when its inside cleaners are missing. [a sigh] Strange and disappointing.
Current Mood: calmcalm
03 July 2007 @ 02:56 pm
[dictated, the page is covered in grease]

Ah, the ghosts are gone. How lovely. [little heart-shaped oil splotch]

I do hope they enjoy their vacation, perhaps it will be a long one.
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
28 June 2007 @ 03:48 pm
[the whole page is covered in grease, with small black oil patches here and there]

My tap is finally behaving, and the ghosts seem to be listening to orders for the moment.

Everyoneis quite excitable here. Really, such a fuss over such a smalldisturbance, you would think they had never before encountered thesound of a nuclear warhead when it finally touches down. [a contented sigh]
Current Mood: contentcontent
19 June 2007 @ 12:02 am
Tin foil is lovely. [happy little ink blob]

And a bon fire outdoors? Perhaps I should pay a visit. People drop the most interesting things.
12 June 2007 @ 12:39 am

Finally, something worthwhile. Perhaps there is hope for this place yet.

Whoever you are -- good show.
08 June 2007 @ 12:31 pm
[grease stains along the edges of the page; transcribed walking sounds; dictated, pleased]

At least some things still work as they ought.

[sound of a door opening; a pause]

...Wretched castle.

((OoC:Explanatory note. Since his attempt to muck up the duck pond didn'twork, he has now messed with two or three lesser ponds. The damageshould go away within a day or so (ish?) due to the castle, and inretribution, the ghosts decided to sparklefresh his room.))
Current Mood: enragedenraged
04 June 2007 @ 12:25 pm
[the entire page is covered in grease and a few ink smudges; dictated, sounds of pacing throughout]

The sky is an ideal shade of blue.
Crystal waters, through and through.
No scummy ponds, no dripping autos,
No nuclear threat, no coal burning towns,
No global warming, no plastic bags,
No construction crews, no cigarette butts...
There's soap in the tap, abnormal ducks,
Spectral cleaners, spiteful castle,
Memory loss, temporary death...
So many people... Where is the filth?

[a long pause]

Absolutely dreadful.

Even Pestilence would do a better job, I fear. [looks like a bottle of ink was upended and then smeared over the last line]
Current Mood: blankblank
31 May 2007 @ 10:35 pm
[there is just a very small amount of grease along the top; all dictated, tired sounding]

This is a... terribly... strange place...

I had... never thought a duck... could be so... smug.

Also... since when is there... soap... in the faucet?
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
30 May 2007 @ 08:26 pm
[the page is covered in grease stains, and there are a few ink splotches along the top; everything is dictated]

My,my, my. Isn't this an interesting place? So much potential packed intosuch a small container. This should be entertaining! Even Pestilencecould cause trouble here.

War? Death? Famine? Are any of you about? Weren't we just causing the End? I suppose we could start over here... I do miss my crown, though. [the last few lines have a large amount of ink smeared over them]
Current Mood: calmcalm