sixthsinner: (an edge and a charm)
2009-11-05 08:14 pm

ten

Looks like all my cigarettes burned up in this fire we had. My extra pants, too. That's a real shame. Kind of embarrassing, too.
sixthsinner: (what did i do to deserve this)
2009-09-15 04:52 pm

eight

What the hell is going on around here? I got home from work to find all my stuff broken because some vandal got in, and my neighbors are claiming a piece of furniture did it! Either they're drunk or this place is getting weirder than usual.

Where can I get a gun?
sixthsinner: (man of the cloth)
2009-08-13 11:08 am

seven

So I found one of those crystals--the memory crystals?--and it turns out I'm a priest. How about that. [A reddish-brown smudge appears on the page.] --and I'm bleeding, too. More like oozing, out of both hands, except I never cut myself. Sorry for the mess, folks.

[ooc: Chapel got a memory crystal while drinking with Monarch, and his payment is stigmata.]
sixthsinner: (what the)
2009-07-22 10:32 am

five

[Written after a few days' awed consideration] Does it do that often in the sphere? That falling water thing. It's amaz
sixthsinner: (call this bluff)
2009-06-19 10:48 pm

four

[Hastily scrawled at some point during this log]

Hey, whoever deals with this sort of thing might want to get down to the Aquarium right now. Geranium and I just found a dead guy here.
sixthsinner: (sidewise)
2009-06-14 09:16 pm

three

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE?

THE WILDERNESS TURNED ME INTO SOME KIND OF FISH CREATURE. I HAD CLAMSHELLS ON MY CHEST.

Shit. I need a drink.
sixthsinner: (pensive priest)
2009-06-02 08:28 pm

two

So what's a good way for a man to figure out how to make a living in this interesting sphere we call home? For now, all I know of my past is that I was either pretty good with a gun or some kind of fruit salesman.
sixthsinner: (man of the cloth)
2009-05-25 12:32 pm

one

Greetings, friends. The name's Chapel. I didn't really appreciate the whole waking up naked in goo thing, but we're all friends here--let's just let bygones be bygones.

This is an interesting little place you've got here. A huge tree in a glass sphere--that's pretty novel! It's missing a few things, though. Like convenient places to buy cigarettes, and directions to the nearest bar. If anyone can provide them, I'd be mighty grateful.

For the moment, I'll just be wandering around and getting familiar with the place. Feel free to stop and say hello if you see a guy walking around with day-old stubble.

Oh, yeah, that reminds me. A razor would be nice too.