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Ryoko Otonashi ([personal profile] testcase) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-10-15 07:29 pm

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Who: Ryoko and you!
Where: The Gardens
When: October 15th
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryoko exploring the gardens!
The Story:

Today, Ryoko can be found outside, strolling around the gardens with her notebook open, writing down her observations and notes about it. She thinks she should have had notes on this place, but there's nothing in her book. There's some notes about a flood during a prior event, so maybe they were lost then?

Or maybe she never wrote anything down beyond that the gardens existed. Most of her notes about Wonderland's geography pertain to inside the mansion, so she must've thought this place wasn't important. It had nothing to do with her.

But she did write that she was going to try and not write things off as having nothing to do with her as often as she used to, and yes the note's old, but since she noticed it again today, she's trying to correct what was probably an oversight on her part.

So she'll be spending most of her day out here, this way when she forgets about this place again, she'll at least have her notes to fall back on if she decides to visit this part of the grounds again.
postictal: (barely got a lid on it)

[personal profile] postictal 2017-11-02 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
His eyes shut briefly in a movement that almost looks pained. He looks away, out over the multicolored sprays of blooms and leaves and the red-orange cast that autumn lends everything.

"I guess you're right," he says quietly, and looks back to her. "Do you think this is...is this likely to help, at all? Or am I just...?"

Is he just shouting into the void to assuage some sense of responsibility and concern for her?
postictal: (i'll punch a baby i don't give a fuck)

[personal profile] postictal 2017-11-03 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not the one that needs helping right now, I guess."

That's another lie. Another dirty fucking lie, because he's a liar, and this is - it's manipulation, straight up, he knows. Even if it's well-intentioned, it's a lie that she won't question because he knows she'll forget to question it.

He really is the worst kind of person.