Shame about the doorway... I almost started to like it here.  Curses turning the world topsy-turvy, blood and anger boiling the air, so many nice people to meet--mm.  Won't miss having my eyes half-covered, though.

Put the tea party on hold, Dawn.  We'll all meet again, and it will keep.  Connor--tell Daddy goodbye for me, sweet?  Someday, maybe, we can all be a happy real family.  I've left the daisies for you, Shin, love, and they're a bit wilty.  Road?  If you like, you can have my dolls.  My favorites are at home, dressed in dust.

Mars has flown away, as we all should.  The City's eating us all very slowly; in the night I hear its tick-tocking heartbeat and the rumble of its tummy.  Unless we fly away, we're eaten before we know it.

Run and catch, run and catch...

[The audio feed continues, although there's no further sound.]


[ooc: Yes, this is Drusilla leaving.  No replies will be forthcoming, but I'll hang around the entry.]

The world's falling apart, piece by piece.  This little box is being ripped open and torn to shreds... I can feel it.  I can hear it.  The air's tearing and the City's full of holes that we aren't allowed to use.  What strange faces everyone's wearing...

The top's gone off.  I need to go and catch a star tonight, before they stop falling.

[ooc: Pre-midnight, but consider this a fourth-wall friendly entry!  Anything goes (including me shortly--bed and sleeping and all of that)!]

Five exams for classes I don't remember taking...

I know I did very well.

There's so much buzz and chatter about the dance, as if the whole world will be there.  Not really a dance, though--there's never any proper dancing.  Everyone stands about talking in the dark--dresses and boys and gossip--or they squirm around on the dance floor like leggy worms. 

Mm.  My head feels so clear today.


[ooc: Um.  Westerberg High graduate, now attending the University after a few semesters off being completely insane treated for a mental condition.  Drusilla is human and mostly cursed--false memories, fictional relationships, and a little extra sanity.  She's still a bit off, though, and her "condition" shows up every now and then in the form of psychic powers (good for testing!) and realizing that they're all in the City and cursed.  Oh!  Aspiring dancer, as well.  Feel free to know her, be a teacher, or whatever you please. /tl;dr]

Can you hear the springtime coming?  The leaves are peeking out to say hello. 

Grain's in the taps, as well.

I dreamed today.  I dreamed that we were in the widest, greenest field in England, and there were wild flowers growing up between our toes.  Daisies and daffodils... I wove a chain and made a crown, but the petals wilted on my head.  Oh, to be the spring princess!  If only my flowers didn't wither... I could ring a bluebell and drink from a buttercup. 

The petals fell brown and scratched letters in the earth, but I forgot to read them.

I've gotten so lonely in my animal burrow.  Are we having another party tonight? 

There was a man once said

When I spread out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and fingers;
No lasting effect of it lingers.

I heard him today, outside.  He didn't have a thing to say to the daisies, no matter how loud they spoke.

We would have had a fine time, but lunch got away--purpled up my face and didn't bleed when I bit him.  I didn't like him.  The world's topsy-turvy again; I wish it would tell me before it goes flipping about..

Mm.  Angel's back, but he hasn't brought Daddy with him.

One of my nicest friends found his way home.  Venus put on her best dress and dipped closer to sing with Mars, but Mars hasn't got a voice today. 

We'll go 'round and 'round, coming and going and always missing the ones we want to see.

I ask every night for someone nice.  Bits of the world fall in, but not the right bits.  I don't like them--witches and watchers.  This could be a fairy tale story without them.  I would build a gingerbread house in the woods and have little children over for dinner.  We could be a happy family with all of our stories ending the best way... the slayer in the oven, the watchers decorating the yard with their bellies opened across the snow.

Spring's coming up with threes and wands.

I miss the dragons.

Ohhh... I keep falling out of time. The future comes backwards to see me, but the past never followed me forwards, not before now. There's so much confusion, everything all playing at once... I can't see. Not the right way, I can't see clear...

I remember that moon's whisperings, when we were almost a family. Naughty slayers. The second was a kitten covered in chocolate, all claws and cream and wrong.

No, I see her--now she's a pretty little bird, caught with a broken wing.

SNAP! The best lullaby I ever sang.

Run and catch, run and catch, the lamb is caught in the--

Shhh. No blackberries today. Little Anne likes brandied pears much better, and Mum has her honey... their throats are gone, and they won't eat anymore. Mummy won't sing. Mum...? [there's a high-pitched, keening whine that deteriorates first into sobs, and then into strange, strangled laughter] Your princess is a good devil-child, Angelus. She'll sing and bleed just for you, hmm?

I like this holiday, with its hearts and letters. My boys tried to outdo each other... my Spike always giving me pretty little trinkets, and Angelus ever creative. They knew how to please a girl, they did--how to make her feel wanted.

Versailles... mm. There was frost everywhere and I had a new dress, and Spike found me the prettiest ring. It whispered all night... I could hear the lady who used to have it talking in my head. Spike brought me the nicest people, too. The French taste funny--velouté sauce and Mille-feuille, and they're bubbly like champagne.

I miss Versailles.

I've left all of my gifts. It's the wrong day, but such an auspicious date.


[ooc: Dru's been busy leaving gifts a bit early, so find them outside your residence when you please. Enjoy the symbolism. ^^ ( Click for the Gift List! )]

Mummy always said that to know someone, you must read their heart.  Most hearts haven't got words on them...

Some haven't been named.  DEVIL.  Someone in the City must be very naughty--a son of the Devil?  I should find who the heart belongs to.  We're the children of the Devil, both of us, and we ought to have a family reunion.

Would you come, Connor?  INFIDELITY, BETRAYAL.  Rrr, you were bad to our Daddy.  Stealing, hunting, hurting--a boy after his daddy's heart.  You should have invited me... I don't like it when I'm not invited to watch.  What did he say when you closed the big box and sent him swimming?  Ohhh, but I know what he felt... cold and sinking and so alone. 

I still owe him a favour.

Dear little Shin!  I've got one of yours... SMALL, it said.  I've been a mouse and a lion, and I was always the right size, sweet.

Miss Eden keeps the thumping heart at bay, but I fear she isn't pleased with my company.  She won't eat her cakes or drink her tea.  The little bird misses her family... perhaps I shouldn't have clipped her wings, but if she flies away home, my nest will be empty except for the tick tick ticking.  

The clock's got a hold of my tongue...

I feel its hands in my brain, like pale maggots in a loaf of bread--gnawing away...  Eden, dearie, won't you speak?  sing a song of six pence You have a pretty voice.  It's all green hills in my head, rolling and rolling on forever.


[ooc: No internal dialogue curse.  Quite upsetting, that.  Anyone want to use this to discover Eden's location?]

Ohhh, I've never met so many pretty people in one day.  Princes and princesses, dukes and earls--gallant and noble and all down for a moment from their marble pedestals.  They didn't belong to themselves... I could hear the ticking in their heads.  The clock's fingers were stuck in their brains.

Now they're in mine, like noisy little worms.  I can't take them out.

Ticking, wriggling fingers.

But what's this... another face I know.  Do you have anymore secrets to share, Watcher?  I liked picking your mind apart, very much so.  So so many dark and hidden places, but I won't tell if you won't.

You've come in time for a party.  Confusion's creeping across the City.  It's beautiful.


[ooc: Links are just for reference.  For the curious, no, she wasn't cursed yesterday.  It was still fun, though!]

Tick tock, tick tock--I’ve heard this one before. Are the mice still scurrying ‘round the clock?

The more you struggle, the stickier the web becomes—the hungrier the spider becomes. Shhh. Be still and I’ll tell you a secret, hm? The Queen of Coins is more than generous, but the Moon frowns down at the Hanged Man. Ignore the Moon.

[there’s an extended pause, followed by the sound of several buttons being pushed, apparently to no effect]

It’s just like Prague… without the torches and pitchforks.

With more power. Mmmm--tangled up with fear and confusion and sorrow. Whisper, whisper, whisper… I can hear you all around me.


[ooc: Intro post get? Dru has vague memories of her last time in the City, and she's lurking about by the carousel if anyone wants some action!]