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charitylovehopefaith) wrote2013-01-20 07:10 pm
charitylovehopefaith) wrote2013-01-20 07:10 pm
The Second - [ written / action]
Written:
[Ten days since her last advertisement and still no replies. Still, Faith refuses to be daunted by that fact. So, early in the morning, she takes up her pen again.]
Wanted
A lady of decent character desirous of a domestic situation to act as a maid of all work for a young lady. Skills as a cook and housemaid are chief among those desired. The rooms in need of attention are numbered at five, and comfortable lodgings will be provided, along with other compensation. Please address inquiries to Miss Faith Long, Community House 4, Room 2.
[And that is that.]
Action:
[For the rest of the day, Faith makes her way about the town. Her living quarters have been provided for, but she still takes the small basket she found into the heart of the town, collecting little things here and there from the Item Shop to add. She is especially fond of the candles and stands for them, as the "electric" lights in her rooms make her head hurt.
She takes an afternoon meal at Seventh Heaven.
In the late afternoon, she can be found at a chair in the corner of Celsius Tear, enjoying a cup of tea. Though trying to appear not to stare, she does glance about at her fellow patrons.
She will be back at Seventh Heaven for her evening meal before walking to her rooms.]
Written:
[The candles are lit, and she has settled into one of the spare rooms, which she decided to make into a sort of study. She has been checking on the Journal briefly throughout the day, but now she actually sits down with it.
After a short time, she starts to write in it.]
January the twentieth, [In light of the criticism she received last time, she omits the year, now.]
I am most curious, my fellow residents, as to how one feels this strange book ought to be used. Is it meant as a journal? Where one records ones thoughts and feelings? It seems to me that it would be rather foolish to use it for so personal an endeavour when, so far as I can see, any individual or group in this place may read what is put to paper.
It seems to me that it's greatest use is as a sort of communication system. Much faster than writing to someone and waiting for weeks for a reply, should they be far away. Even more so, at times, than calling on someone personally. Safer, too, should the weather be inclimate.
I confess, though I have read what newcomers here are supposed to, there is a great deal of it, not only with this book but other things as well, I still do not understand. The pictures themselves are fascinating, the way they, I assume, capture the likeness of whatever is near the book when one writes. Yet, for instance, I am quite certain that when I last addressed this community, someone was able to speak to me through this.
Was that merely a figment of my imagination? Or is that a possibility?
Faith Long
[Ten days since her last advertisement and still no replies. Still, Faith refuses to be daunted by that fact. So, early in the morning, she takes up her pen again.]
Wanted
A lady of decent character desirous of a domestic situation to act as a maid of all work for a young lady. Skills as a cook and housemaid are chief among those desired. The rooms in need of attention are numbered at five, and comfortable lodgings will be provided, along with other compensation. Please address inquiries to Miss Faith Long, Community House 4, Room 2.
[And that is that.]
Action:
[For the rest of the day, Faith makes her way about the town. Her living quarters have been provided for, but she still takes the small basket she found into the heart of the town, collecting little things here and there from the Item Shop to add. She is especially fond of the candles and stands for them, as the "electric" lights in her rooms make her head hurt.
She takes an afternoon meal at Seventh Heaven.
In the late afternoon, she can be found at a chair in the corner of Celsius Tear, enjoying a cup of tea. Though trying to appear not to stare, she does glance about at her fellow patrons.
She will be back at Seventh Heaven for her evening meal before walking to her rooms.]
Written:
[The candles are lit, and she has settled into one of the spare rooms, which she decided to make into a sort of study. She has been checking on the Journal briefly throughout the day, but now she actually sits down with it.
After a short time, she starts to write in it.]
January the twentieth, [In light of the criticism she received last time, she omits the year, now.]
I am most curious, my fellow residents, as to how one feels this strange book ought to be used. Is it meant as a journal? Where one records ones thoughts and feelings? It seems to me that it would be rather foolish to use it for so personal an endeavour when, so far as I can see, any individual or group in this place may read what is put to paper.
It seems to me that it's greatest use is as a sort of communication system. Much faster than writing to someone and waiting for weeks for a reply, should they be far away. Even more so, at times, than calling on someone personally. Safer, too, should the weather be inclimate.
I confess, though I have read what newcomers here are supposed to, there is a great deal of it, not only with this book but other things as well, I still do not understand. The pictures themselves are fascinating, the way they, I assume, capture the likeness of whatever is near the book when one writes. Yet, for instance, I am quite certain that when I last addressed this community, someone was able to speak to me through this.
Was that merely a figment of my imagination? Or is that a possibility?
Faith Long