NPC Journal for Edensphere RPG

[The verses appear to be written in purple crayon and none too tidily. Smudged fingerprints decorate the margins by the time the writer is done.]

Rising, rising is the moon,
Large and round, large and round, round round one,
Plate-like full moon will rise soon.

Hiding, hiding is the moon,
Behind the clouds, dark clouds, black black clouds,
Plate-like full moon will hide soon.

Appearing, reappearing is the moon,
Large and round, large and round, round round one,
Plate-like full moon will rise soon.

[The numbers are written tidily but quickly, and not with the writer's dominant hand, though they've clearly been practicing their handwriting there.]

3|41 22|3 5|2 13|9 9|4 9|2 3|2 13|6 1|2 13|3 4|5 2|2 6|4 2|4 3|7 15|2 25|1 194 27|1 3|1 32|8 6|3 5|1 9|3 6|2 3|3 10|1 15|1 13|3 23|1 21|3 29|1 30|2 3|4 5|3 33|1 36|5 6|1 9|2 6|7 36|3 21|5 11|4 38|3 21|2 39|2 13|4 3|2 5|1 41|3 16|2 32|9 1|1 22|2 16|4 16|3 39|1 11|4 50|7 9|1 11|2 12|1 13|10 24|5 13|4 21|3 20|2

[This entry is forward-dated to September 18]

[Copies of the following note will be found at the residences of Huo, Hawk, Axel, and Souji.]

"I've got something really special in store. Keep your ear to the ground, though trust me, you won't be able to miss it."

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[Meanwhile, in between various slips of paper that tell of people finding good fortune, luck, and opportunities, the fortune telling machine in the bar will let pass out the occasional piece of paper that simply says:]

"Keep your ear to the ground, big things are afoot."

[Beginning Monday the 15th, the following dueling posters appear both in the journals and around the Sphere. And for some reason, even if you tear them down, they seem to reappear when no one is looking.]

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[ooc: Feel free to have characters react to the posters!

IMPORTANT NOTE: Every comment thread up until NPC-kun response with the INKED icon has been covered in a large blob of ink.]

[The entry appears in large, hurried script; looks left-handed, obviously disguised.]


PLEASE


I don't want to die. I don't know what all of you have got waiting for you where you come from, but I know what I have. They can keep my memories. I don't want to die.


Please don't make it angry.

[This entry is made just as the lanterns go up. The letters that appear tilt first to the left, then to the right, capering merrily across the page. Their strokes waver, as if the writer were using their off hand or were possibly far less than sober.]


COME ON OUT, EDENSPHERE

LOOK UP

OR EVEN DOWN

[This could be Fred's handwriting, but it's even more formal than her usual script. It also has a bit more of a flourish to it.

She is writing all this in an NPC journal that she stole.]

My, such a quaint little place this is. Nice, very idealistic... and oh so boring.

Fred, dear--why you picked such a dull name, honestly. Would not 'Rassilon' have been better? Or even something like Cosmos. Vortex. Anything but 'Fred', it's so... plebeian.

Well, no matter. Fred. Please do meet me in the Bazaar. I am dying to meet you properly, you see.

As for why you in particular should meet me... who better than myself to give me a tour, do you not agree?

-Romana

[Replies will be made with burntorangesky]

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[Looks like someone left their journal out in the rain - except it's not really snowing or raining today, is it?]

[it appears to have been written by two people fighting over the paper, which is subsequently scuffed up.]

STOP INKING THINGS OVER



There's no POINT everyone knows everyone knows



LISTEN TO ME it knows it knows everything you write where do you think the paper in these things comes from pointless it already read it so d

it's the [rip to the bottom of the page]

[scrawled, a minute or so later:] ǝɥ ǝuoǝɯos poƃ ɥo dןǝɥ