Ooh, neat idea! I like it. I'll probably post on here later, but I don't have time right now. I love the concept, though. 

Sea Glass

Today I went down to the beach before the dawn. There was a deep chill in the air, so I borrowed Viola's coat. The sand felt like snow. I did not go near the water. 

Low tide. Waning gibbous moon. Dark sea. 

I returned at seven, watered the spider plant and had a bagel for breakfast. My room is a little bit empty. Perhaps I could begin collecting shells.

The Diary of Reganam Gata volume one.

February fifth, 2018.

Bored. bored. bored. bored. i haven't been to any partys in DAYS. bored. bored. bored. bored. Lydia, if you're reading this, i will use my streamer whips on you. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored. bored.bored. bored. bored. bored. bored.

bored. BORED!!!!!!!!! GAHHH!!!!... i'm gonna go text Scarlet.

The Diary of Lydia Gata volume one.

February fifth, 2018. 

I caught Reg texting Scarlet earlier today. he said he was doing it because he was bored, but... Reg and Scarlet, sittin in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. meh, other than that, today's been boring... Meh, i'm gonna go start a ball.

You know, I haven't used Squeak in a long time. Why not.

Squeak

I sit in the chaotic expanse of what could be considered the inside of Danie's mind, my eyes closed to the claustrophobic room I have taken rest in. I suppose it's not really chaotic in the sense that it's colorful and insane; Instead, it's chaotic because this place can't seem to figure out what it wants to be.

I like to call this place Danie's mind, but it's really only a representation of it, existing for the mere purpose of this thread. Its actual location is vague, perhaps being somewhere in CB. I don't know. You can't quite explain such an unexplainable thing, even with the confusing reasons I gave.

Anyways, back to me. I'm sitting, rather stiffly, on a gray beanbag covered in chip dust and paint. The place would be quiet if it weren't for all the AEs outside making a racket for who knows why. Probably having fun in their front yards(If CBer mindscapes even have front yards) playing catch or lets-ruin-our-cbers-life.

And where's my CBer, you might ask? Well, right now, she's in the real world, at school, writing this exact post in Tutorial. How meta. Either way, with her preoccupied on that, she isn't really paying attention to me(Even though she is writing my exact thoughts; Don't think about it too much), which means I can relax, take a break, and let my mind not worry about school because right now that's her job.

It's actually pretty good to not be in a dusty cupboard rotting away in the depths of Danie's mind. While in both past and present situations I'm usually left alone to my own thoughts, at least my thoughts actually matter now-- Or, to be more specific, at least my own thoughts are actually credited toward me. 

But then it's not like this place is any less cramped than the cupboard. The walls are completely covered in gaming consoles, each with its own respective tv and area. While walking around, it's impossible not to step on some mechanical robot stumbling about, or scatter an open game of DND or Smallworld. At least the aesthetic of the place is pleasant to look at... To some extent. The colors are a mixture of pastels and grays, with the same exact hue of bright green being commonplace everywhere in the house. The architecture is modern, but you might find hints of medieval or renaissance if you look hard enough. And despite the staircases that go nowhere and the plenty of locked doors with screams of agony escaping from within, the place is well enough organized so that you can probably find what you are looking for easily enough. But that may be because I've been here for so long.

With a sigh, I close the newspaper in my hand that hadn't been there before and throw it across the coffee table in front of me. Sliding off the edge, it flutters into a wormhole, which closes with a satisfying chomp. Standing up, I try to ignore the slowly biting ache of a waking up foot and limp over to the kitchen.

While Danie's diet is unhealthy at best -- Thought I'm only referring to the archetype Danie portrays on CB at this point -- mine is the essence of literally-only-ever-eating-salads. Opening up the refrigerator, which unfolds to reveal a never-ending expanse of chocolate cakes and cookie dough ice creams, I grab a slightly greasy cardboard box left over from an earlier restaurant trip. Opening it up, I relish in the scent of a Chicken Caesar Salad, which could only be described as not really having any scent. Pulling out a 10-foot drawer of utensils (A foot of it being sporks for some strange reason), I pick out the only fork that doesn't look slightly dented. Pouring the salad into a bowl, I begin to dig in. But then I realize I'm missing something. Something incredibly important... I open up another cupboard to reveal a jar of peanut butter, a plate of burnt cookies, and, last but not least, a plastic ziplock bag of croutons! I take it out and immediately rip it open-- Only to reveal that dust is all that remains. I'm literally the only one eating these! How are they gone so fast? Who's eating my friggin croutons?!

Alas, I suppose I will have to go to the store. Which means interacting with people. While I'm definitely better at it than Danie, it doesn't make me hate it any less than her. Rubbing the growing headache that has suddenly appeared (Danie must have one) I continue to eat the sad excuse of a Chicken Caesar Salad.

At least the dressing was done well for once.

* * *

Mainly worldbuilding, but it was really fun so why not! 

Nymph

Illyria is in good condition. Elysium is Elysium. There's a reason I called it that, after all. I wonder if Devin... No. Nope. Nuh-uh. 

Sea Glass won't talk to me. Not that I've tried. But most AEs are really nosy and annoying and stuff, right? So what's her deal? She's always looking at me weird, but if I ask her about it she just buries it all in that dumb fancy talk she uses. She never really talks to anyone, but I'm not just anyone. I should be answered when I ask stuff! Maybe she thinks she's better than me. Huh. I'll show her. 

*stomps down to the beach* Hey! Sea Glass!

*looks over shoulder* Hello, Nymph. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Stop it. You think you're so deep and mysterious, don't you? 

I'm sorry?

Ugh, quit it with the fancy wording. You're not better than me, you know.

I... I never assumed I was. 

Then why don't you talk to me when I want to know stuff? Why do you keep giving me weird looks? 

I'm sorry if anything I've done may have upset you. It was not my intention.

Stop avoiding my questions and answer them already!

My sincerest apologies! I don't mean anything by it!

Argh! Just tell me!

I... I look at you because, well, because you're always different. Every time I see you, you've changed. Even now your hair has curled, your limbs are thickened and your claws are more great and terrible.

Is that seriously all? Why did you never tell me before? Why do you always try to cover it up with as many sidesteps and dainties as you can?

I was only doing my best to practice some semblance of good manners.

*facepalms* Oh my gods. 

I am truly sorry to have caused you trouble.

You'd better be. *storms off*

I can't believe her. She's not even stuck-up, just clueless. Ugh. 

Illyria is beautiful this time of year. It's also good for walking. I need a stretch. *shifts smaller* *slides fluidly through various sizes and proportions* Hmm... I don't think Devin can do that. I'm pretty sure he's only ever turned into a wolf. What a weird form to choose. There are so many. *takes a twirling jump step, momentarily flickering through dozens of forms* But he's only used two. I wonder if he even has any more. Maybe he's got a different kind of shifting. Ugh, lessons would be useless then. We never did get around to those. There was never the right kind of thread. I guess this might be. No rules or whatever. Huh. Viola's so weird. But she doesn't even care. She's fun to prank, though. *laughs*

Guess I'll go through here a while. Fewer nerves in the feet... No, tougher skin. More flexible toes. Lot of rocks... Maybe I'll just go through the trees. Gonna need a tail, some claws... *shifts* *jumps* *squirrel-monkeys away* 

I’m overreacting, but I’m pretty upset right now. I just typed an entire thing for this, and the entire thing deleted, and I wrote in the Notes app. ARGHHHHGGHHHHGHHHGHHHHHHHH DDDD;

I’ll try again tomorrow. 

Sketch

I woke up at about 8:30, so Lucy was already at school.  Storra texted me that she was out at a concert and she would be gone all day.  Who has a concert at 8:30 a. m.?  That's so weird.  I decided to go out and draw some of the stuff I saw outside.  I could use the practice.  I got bored after a while because my focus keeps going away.  At about 12:15, I walked through the forest for a little while.  Guess my asthma couldn't keep up with it.  Around 12:45 I had to stop because I left my inhaler at home.  I got back at 1:30.  I read all of House of Hades by Rick Riordan again, and that only took about 2 hours.  Scarlet left to go somewhere, but I don't know where.  Not like I care anyway.  Storra said she wouldn't be back until 5:00, so I had about one and a half hours to burn.  I filled out my form for the AE ball and doodled on the walls until Storra came back.  Then we did battle practice.  We have to be up for it, since the three of us are the ones that Lucy usually uses for stories and such, though she's working on backstory for some of her other characters. 

Can CAPTCHAs pop in every once in a while?

Oh hey, look at that. I strayed from my own guidelines and posted drama. It's non-ship-related drama, though, so perhaps it's still within their borders? It's on the borders. The borders are kind of blurry anyway.

Sea Glass

Nymph became cross with me the other day. I don't believe I wish to speak of it. 

The sky was draped in clouds today. They gave a dreamlike quality to the hours. The sun slipped through them as it set, a drop of color in a bowl of water, a pearl of tea unfolding in a cup. Viola? and I tried jasmine and roobios tea today because of a book she read called The Tea Dragon Society, and the jasmine was in pearls. I watched them as long as she would let me. The tea was interesting, though not very sweet. We had added no sugar.

I wonder what lives under the sea. I wonder how the moon pulls at it. I wonder if I should begin that collection of findings from it. 

I might just start a crime blog. 

You wouldn’t. 

Yes. Like John Watson did, in the show Sherlock you know? The one Kyoto likes. 

No. I don’t know. I haven’t watched that show, because my mind doesn’t need to be wasted on that. 

Oh please. I’ve seen you watching useless shows. 

Yes, well, my brain cells were overpopulated, so I needed to get rid of some of them. 

Okay. Well I’ll explain what happened today, but if tomorrow’s interesting enough, I’m totally writing it as a crime thing. 

Fine. I don’t care. 

~

I was responsible for the groceries for two months, so I decided to get up this morning, get ready, and go to Sainsbury’s (Why is there even a Sainsbury’s in Kyoto’s mind?). But then Quentin stumbled into the flat, wrestling a ram. 

“Quentin!” I shouted, trying to get out of the destructive path of ram, who’s horns were being grabbed by Quentin. 

“Quentin-“

“Not now,” he struggled out. “BUSY.”

He finally subdued it, took a blood sample, and left with the goat. 

A few minutes later, he came back like nothing had happened, and without the goat. 

“Sainsbury’s, I presume?”

I nodded. “How did you know-“

“The way you’re dressed, acting, and you were about to leave, obviously. I’m coming.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Won’t you get bored?”

“No,” he replied. “I just need to get out of this flat. C’mon.”

And with that, he grabbed his overcoat from the hanger and left. 

I sigh and grab mine, en route to the door. 

We got groceries, dropped them off, then ate lunch where I proceeded to eat most of the lunch and he just sat there, observing every person in the diner. 

He began telling me that one was a doctor and a nurse, one was a contractor, and two others secondary school students that decided to take a day off.

I nodded at his usual behaviour and then payed the check as we left. 

Then we proceeded to waste time, watching whatever was on the telly. Well, correction, I was looking over some Scotland Yard (and there’s a Scotland Yard in Kyoto’s head too) work, and Quentin was watching the TV. 

“Controlling your brain cell population?” I asked, without looking up from the laptop. 

“Mhm.”

Then around 9:00 PM, we got a phone call. 

“It’s Durand,” I said. “Let’s go.”

Our friend from the Scotland Yard treated us much like Holmes and Watson, but we were actual hired investigators. Well, Quentin didn’t want to be hired, but I convinced him we needed the income, so he unofficially changed his title to “The Only Observant Detective in this Whole Force.”

Once we arrived at the location, yellow police tape was everywhere, and police lights flashed. 

“There you two are,” said Durand. “Murder.”

Quentin sniffed and looked around the scene, his eyes scanning and taking in every detail. 

We arrived at the exact place where the crime happened, and Quentin walked around, observing the scene from every angle before nodding. 

“Murderer is female. Purple nails. She’s short. She has...” he proceeded to look back at the body and crouched down beside it, pulling something off the jacket. “Blonde hair. Probably related to the suspect- WOW, Avy, Kyoto cannot think of good murderers lately. This is SO boring. Anyway, Durand, block off the streets within a four mile radius. You’ll catch her soon.”

From that, we left a speechless but understanding police force, and went back to the flat. 

“I’m going to sleep,” I announced. It was nearly 11 and I was exhausted. 

“Fine,” he said. “I’m still experimenting with the ram blood, so have fun.”

“Oh yeah. What was that for?”

He sighed. “Obviously, it’s for a case.”

“Obviously,” I mocked, and before he could respond, I headed straight to bed.

~

How boring of a day. I get to tell it next time. 

Fine. 

Nymph

Bored. This is boring. It's raining, which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't also cold. Maybe I'll go out anyway. Grow some fur, a lot of fur, waterproof fur. Or feathers. Maybe I'll just be a duck. Yeah. A duck with fingers, so I can open doors. *shifts*

Sea Glass

The weather is unhappy. It sounds pleasant, though. Rain on the roof often does. Nymph has gone out. She has not spoken to me in days, and I know not what to say to her. 

Viola? is much distracted, but she has given me a pad of sticky notes and a pencil. I have drawn, but it isn't much good. Here is what I have written.

I am seated on my bed, in my room, in the house between the forest and the town and the sea. There is no one else in the room, unless Nymph has once again taken the form of some small, innocuous thing and is lurking in the closet or under the bed. But she has gone out, in the shape of a duck, so this strikes me as unlikely. To my right is the wall. It is bare and cool, and slightly textured, like very tiny cobblestones lying under the paint. The paint is also cool. A bluish white, the palest turquoise, like aquamarine. Aquamarine is Viola's birthstone. I suppose mine is garnet. I was introduced in January. January ninth... I think I'll check the Let's play house thread. 

And so I did. And this is where you find me now.