Fiddling with journals in a new town. [ This was quite the unexpected change of pace. It feels like he was just getting used to the ways of the Index, though he must have been there for at least a year now. Sure, he'll manage, but he does feel just a little bit jumpy at the moment.
You'd feel jumpy too if you suddenly found yourself in a prisoner's garb when you only told at least two people you've ever been to prison.
Oh well, it's not like there's too many people here. Gives him enough time to settle on an old bench and fiddle with these things he's been gifted- Namely, a new journal and some kind of tiny dark lantern. Curious how they appear and vanish so readily, it makes him fear he might forget how they do that one time. Maybe he'll make a note... If he can figure out how this journal works. Better to warn people. ]
To whom it may concern,
While I am familiar with the concept of journals that function as instant messaging devices, the last notebook of this nature I owned was somewhat different from this one. I'm still adjusting to the way this world works. Please bear with me if I accidentally write notes in the wrong section.
Thank you for understanding.
- L. Balsa
Time for tea! [ He heard there was a tea that causes you to dream about your memories. As someone attempting to regain lost memories, that Rainy Morning flavor was practically calling his name!
Unfortunately, after drinking half of that lovely tea, all he can see in his dream lantern is the flickering image of himself in fine clothing chattering excitedly with... Someone? Somewhere? And there were notes or something? He's trying to focus in on the daydream, but everything other than him is a blurred reflection. The person he's talking to doesn't even have a face.
He takes another sip of the tea and continues staring intently. ] C'mon...
Candy? Nah, only SCIENCE! [ Give a man of science absolute control over his surroundings, and what does he do? Well, other than put himself in a nicer outfit, the first thing he conjures up is some kind of machine that's about as tall as he is. The wheel spins at a constant pace. The marbles clack pleasantly against the wood as the motion rolls them back and forth.
It's rather pleasant to look at, in Luca's opinion. ]
. . . Hm, this does make for a useful model. [ He murmurs to himself. ] If only I could take this out of the dream and replicate it in real life...
[ He turns to the nearest person and smiles. ] I mean, it wouldn't be hard to build it from scratch, right?
Wildcard! [ New peeps and fellow FT veterans! If you want to bother Luca with another prompt, feel free to plot with me at [Bad username or site: nyanka @ plurk.com!]
Also, quick note to IDV castmates. Luca initial canonpoint in Forgotten Tales was right before he got his invite to the manor. Prepare to deal with the confusion. ]
Luca Balsa | Identity V | Forgotten Tales CRAU
[ This was quite the unexpected change of pace. It feels like he was just getting used to the ways of the Index, though he must have been there for at least a year now. Sure, he'll manage, but he does feel just a little bit jumpy at the moment.
You'd feel jumpy too if you suddenly found yourself in a prisoner's garb when you only told at least two people you've ever been to prison.
Oh well, it's not like there's too many people here. Gives him enough time to settle on an old bench and fiddle with these things he's been gifted- Namely, a new journal and some kind of tiny dark lantern. Curious how they appear and vanish so readily, it makes him fear he might forget how they do that one time. Maybe he'll make a note... If he can figure out how this journal works. Better to warn people. ]
To whom it may concern,
While I am familiar with the concept of journals that function as instant messaging devices, the last notebook of this nature I owned was somewhat different from this one. I'm still adjusting to the way this world works. Please bear with me if I accidentally write notes in the wrong section.
Thank you for understanding.
- L. Balsa
Time for tea!
[ He heard there was a tea that causes you to dream about your memories. As someone attempting to regain lost memories, that Rainy Morning flavor was practically calling his name!
Unfortunately, after drinking half of that lovely tea, all he can see in his dream lantern is the flickering image of himself in fine clothing chattering excitedly with... Someone? Somewhere? And there were notes or something? He's trying to focus in on the daydream, but everything other than him is a blurred reflection. The person he's talking to doesn't even have a face.
He takes another sip of the tea and continues staring intently. ] C'mon...
Candy? Nah, only SCIENCE!
[ Give a man of science absolute control over his surroundings, and what does he do? Well, other than put himself in a nicer outfit, the first thing he conjures up is some kind of machine that's about as tall as he is. The wheel spins at a constant pace. The marbles clack pleasantly against the wood as the motion rolls them back and forth.
It's rather pleasant to look at, in Luca's opinion. ]
. . . Hm, this does make for a useful model. [ He murmurs to himself. ] If only I could take this out of the dream and replicate it in real life...
[ He turns to the nearest person and smiles. ] I mean, it wouldn't be hard to build it from scratch, right?
Wildcard!
[ New peeps and fellow FT veterans! If you want to bother Luca with another prompt, feel free to plot with me at [Bad username or site: nyanka @ plurk.com!]
Also, quick note to IDV castmates. Luca initial canonpoint in Forgotten Tales was right before he got his invite to the manor. Prepare to deal with the confusion. ]