It appears that my special brand of magic has decided to take a little vacation. It is not writer's block because I still feel perfectly capable of writing. However, when I do, nothing happens.

So it seems the Warden needs us to move. Very well then. Dear roommates, I suggest we leave the packing to Saetan. He's quite good at it.

With all of the excitement lately, it completely slipped my mind that soon I shall have a day where I do not celebrate an unbirthday.

If I were in the mood to do a good deed, I would see about getting my housemate a jigsaw puzzle. Then perhaps he would stop complaining so much about being confined to his bed.

In the meantime, have some word puzzles:
( Puzzles )

I do hope everyone has their Christmas shopping done!

( Ooc: Present list! )

Oh bother. That tremor knocked down most of my decorations. Nor did my ink bottles didn't fare so well in all that rattling around. Such a mess to clean up. And some of that ink was rather special, too...

I wonder if the neighbor's would mind terribly if we put a hole in the wall and used their apartment for book storage... I do so miss having a proper library. Besides, with the four of us and books, and art supplies, and more clothes than some clothing shops, we are getting rather crowded.

I don't imagine it would be a difficult task. Surely someone knowledgable in demolitions can put a hole in a wall. Then we could install some shelves into whatever room the hole leads into and voila! A new place for books.

We're in Sor-Eksi, so that means that the neighbors would be Tessera and Okto...

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A challenge, a challenge! Moving only two lines, can anyone turn this from five boxes to four of the same size?

Pay no mind to the stars. I merely needed some spacers.

The walls in this place are rather thin, my dear housemates. While it sounded as though you both worked things out well enough on your own this time, do let me know if you would like someone to come in and play a parental role. I would be glad to send Darjeeling in to put you both in time-out until you're ready to be civil next time.

I suppose that I shall miss the pretty jewelry a bit. It was rather an enjoyable challenge to try to create what I pleased with it limiting me. Not that I ever wanted for much. Although I suppose that if I were to try to create an exit from this place, there would still be unpleasant consequences. Hmmm... Best to continue to behave, I suppose.

I shall more than gladly do what I can to keep my family living in comfort. Others will be on their own unless the situation grows dire.

Saetan, this may be the end. I am sorry I couldn't be by your side. If I do not make it back to you, survive and live for the both of us. I love you.

How interesting...

A Cat who is not my Cat has arrived. I suppose that I shall have to learn to accept the fact that Wonderland is not simply my creation alone.

Now Saioh... You aren't playing a trick on people and planting paranoia in their heads, are you? If not, when this dies down, you ought to. Watching everyone is ever-so-amusing.

Saetan, my dearest, I know that you are angry at me. However there is no need to take your temper out on our books. Smash the furniture all you wish. Black my eyes if you must. But I do not wish to see another ripped page fluttering free from its bindings. The stories have done you no harm.

[Screened to Saetan//Hackable]
Beloved, I know you worry and fret over Jaenelle. Please have faith that she has returned home.

I shall try to offer what comfort I can, but I'm afraid that until things warm up, I'll have to sleep on the couch. I mean no offense, my love, but certain bits are like blocks of ice pressed up against me.

We seem to be short a roommate. I'm sure Miss Sheska is safely back at home, for which I'm sure she's grateful. But now with whom shall I play snapdragon?

I still seem to be afflicted with writer's block, but no matter. It shall pass eventually. And I'm certain that those who know me are actually breathing sighs of relief over my current inability to write. When I come up with a good story, I suppose that I'll have to make it something big to make up for the momentary lack of tales.

Since there seems to be spate of truthfulness going around, I simply must ask. Any of my dear roommates affected? It will be nice to know who can be pumped for their deepest, darkest secrets.

There was a picture of an adorable little girl among my things! I would guess someone's daughter or sister perhaps? Well, whoever she is, she's adorable!

Hm... Other than those fireworks, it's been far too quiet lately. Dear roommate, are you plotting something, or is your lovely gentleman friend making you behave? Somehow I doubt that it's the latter. Stopping mischief would be rather like stopping breathing for you.