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tabularasa_rp2020-09-01 03:37 pm
crystaltower) wrote in tabularasa_rp2020-09-01 03:37 pm
Tell Me A Tale (OPEN)
Who: Crystal Exarch, and whoever!
What: Sharing his journal and information gathering! Post may also be used for catch-all top levels.
Where: Mostly in the Merlaut Apartments, but also a little bit of outdoor writing.
When: After the most recent set of imprints
Content Warnings: None really!
1. A Request
[A notice has been left in the Merlaut lobby, hung over the front of the desk with one of the apartment succulents as a weight to hold it in place. It's not elegant, but the Exarch hopes that it will at least catch some attention.]
For the purposes of documentation and record-keeping, I would like to discuss people's home realms with them. I am particularly interested in learning and documenting which pieces of home have been reflected here, but must confess I am fascinated by the idea of other worlds and should like to know more.
If you are able to make time for me, please visit me in Apartment 301. I shall make myself available at any time the forest is in its withered phase.
Crystal Exarch
2. Music
[Lately, the Exarch has preferred to remain on the woodland side of the mountain, for the simple reason it bears so much resemblance to Lakeland. There is nothing stopping him from venturing out further, and he does so frequently, yet these purple woods are the closest thing he has to 'home' here. It's a comfort, in a way.
On this occasion, he can be found perched upon some convenient rocks, facing the mountain with his back to the lake. With only a light breeze to contend with, he has kept his cowl up, but anyone passing by does not need to see his face or the flattening of his ears to pick up on his current frustration - the tension in his body is enough.
In his hand is one of the blank books from the apartments, cover curled around the back so that he can hold it in one hand and still write in it. However...]
More music?
This wasn't here when I started...
[Is this because he left his journal unattended? Surely nobody got their hands on it, but the Exarch has noticed music cropping up in unexpected places lately.
He turns a page in search of some more blank space to write in, but then flicks back again and examines the notes. With a quick glance around, as if to ensure nobody is listening, he looks over the notes and softly attempts to sing a little of the music written here, just to hear it out loud. One of his better-kept secrets as Exarch, after all, is that he is quite a talented singer...]
What: Sharing his journal and information gathering! Post may also be used for catch-all top levels.
Where: Mostly in the Merlaut Apartments, but also a little bit of outdoor writing.
When: After the most recent set of imprints
Content Warnings: None really!
1. A Request
[A notice has been left in the Merlaut lobby, hung over the front of the desk with one of the apartment succulents as a weight to hold it in place. It's not elegant, but the Exarch hopes that it will at least catch some attention.]
For the purposes of documentation and record-keeping, I would like to discuss people's home realms with them. I am particularly interested in learning and documenting which pieces of home have been reflected here, but must confess I am fascinated by the idea of other worlds and should like to know more.
If you are able to make time for me, please visit me in Apartment 301. I shall make myself available at any time the forest is in its withered phase.
Crystal Exarch
2. Music
[Lately, the Exarch has preferred to remain on the woodland side of the mountain, for the simple reason it bears so much resemblance to Lakeland. There is nothing stopping him from venturing out further, and he does so frequently, yet these purple woods are the closest thing he has to 'home' here. It's a comfort, in a way.
On this occasion, he can be found perched upon some convenient rocks, facing the mountain with his back to the lake. With only a light breeze to contend with, he has kept his cowl up, but anyone passing by does not need to see his face or the flattening of his ears to pick up on his current frustration - the tension in his body is enough.
In his hand is one of the blank books from the apartments, cover curled around the back so that he can hold it in one hand and still write in it. However...]
More music?
This wasn't here when I started...
[Is this because he left his journal unattended? Surely nobody got their hands on it, but the Exarch has noticed music cropping up in unexpected places lately.
He turns a page in search of some more blank space to write in, but then flicks back again and examines the notes. With a quick glance around, as if to ensure nobody is listening, he looks over the notes and softly attempts to sing a little of the music written here, just to hear it out loud. One of his better-kept secrets as Exarch, after all, is that he is quite a talented singer...]
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"It seems with so many mysteries to this land, we have much room for theorising. Perhaps thinking of the realm as having a mind of its own is not so far-fetched, if it can do such things as write music on blank pages."
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"I'll not deny the possibility," he says, "and it is a more compelling theory than some I have heard. Again, I don't wish to attribute a consciousness and personality to this realm without evidence, yet it does feel that way."
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"Weird that I can harass my time keeper to behave when I'm around, though."