finalbows | DAY 6 (Reply)

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'Astral projection,' she called it? Blast that horrid sheep! If only I could remember more clearly, but - however blurry, I know of what all was shared, it was an absolute embarrassment of secrets.

I'd almost forgotten how much I loathed the sound of that clown's voice. Isn't that silly? It's been mere days. I'm getting too comfortable here. It could happen at any moment. Who's to say this isn't all some foolish dream in and of itself?

Additionally, some matters of note.
There have been arrivals and departures, among the Rose. The 'President' has departed, and our new shepherd is the Shadow Fiend. The Emperor (not Mateus. In case you forget: MATEUS WAS NEVER HERE.) and his motley of screaming passengers has been gone, for some time now. As has "Zorn and Thorn."

A youth has come to us, as well. He has taken the name Floyd. He acts familiar, with some of the other people in the pasture - I do remain lucky, to be without familiar faces. I don't know what I would do if we were all saddled with the clown. Kill him, probably.

The cat nearly got himself killed last night. It was close. I don't know if he understands how close. I feel there's little point in trying to impress it upon him. He seems to me a cautious creature. Whatever he really did to come by that injury, it was for a reason.