Allan Morrighan's Journal
»“’a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
---- Only this and nothing more.”
»“’a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
---- Only this and nothing more.”
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»Relationships:
Camille Shusona - Seen, but never talked to. (Stranger)
Daniel Black - Seen, but never talked to. (Stranger)
Meliae - Seen, attempted conversation (Stranger, Possible Acquaintance)
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»Day 1:
[The writing appears to be scribbled and hard to read either do to the writer's probable shock or exhaustion.
All you can gather from this is that the writer's name is Allan and they likely aren't from the area.]
»Day 2:
After waking up yesterday to the strangest thing happening to me in my entire life, I found my way to a hotel before receiving a mysterious letter asking me why I hadn't just gone to my house!
It was strange, but I followed the letter to an address of a home that seemed oddly familiar. Even the smell reminded me of my old apartment- likely more than a few towns over.
Speaking of culture shock, everyone here has the strangest abilities! They seem to be useful in someway unless you're me. These wings are a curse, and I'm sure one wing is like carrying the weight of a small child. How am I supposed to find decent work so I can actually keep the house I was given? Anyway, I found out about a festival going on and decided to join in on the party. Perhaps become the life of it and be the 'Fallen Angel' some citizens claim for me to be. What to I have to lose? Turns out, a lot. Everybody seems to have a case of the angries. Hopefully that couple can work things out. It's kinda tragic. To lighten things up, I wanted to show off my talents- but a lone young woman appeared to be struggling with one of the games. Why not help her?
»Day 3:
Today I woke up and, of course, I forgot about my wings again - nearly destroying the inside of my house. Okay, maybe it was just one lamp, but moving into a new place can make anybody jumpy. Yes, I was startled. At least it was just the newspaper. I decided to give it a read, and it seems the editors know a great deal about the town.. maybe a bit too much. It's not the end of the world, but I really should try to apologize to that girl I tried to help. I don't want to give her the wrong impression. Maybe a little song will help me get my mind off it.
»Day 4:
[The next couple of weeks worth of entries are short, and mostly describe
Allan settling into a bit of a routine as he gets used to his new home and the atmosphere of town.]
»Day 17:
Wow, just a little over two weeks in Fantaisie City already! Overall, I'd say I'm settled in.
I decided to participate in a community to try and make some friends and get into that good ol' holiday spirit!
It's some sort of Secret Santa event. I should definitely put some thought into the gift I'm going to get. [To be continued]
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