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Hi! I have some questions! Feel free to pick and choose what you want to answer!!

What do you define as "free will"?
What makes you "you"?
If you had the ability to rapidly adapt to your situation or surroundings, what do you think would be different about you?
Does death give life meaning, or does your actions in your life give it meaning?
If you were perfectly copied, would the copy be "you" or an entirely new person?
Do you think people are born good, born evil, or born neither?
Do you think suffering has value?
Is it ever morally wrong to be happy?
What do you think it takes to make a person "change"?

fullymetal

[ Unfamiliar, painstakingly neat handwriting will appear on the Netbook's pages at some point during the month. The slant to the lettering, to the discerning eye, might imply that it is being written left-handed. ]

Has anyone else heard a masculine voice prompting them to venture into the woods? The directions weren't specific, but it was almost as if I had an innate idea of where I was meant to go. When I tried to head in the general direction I was barred from going any further by that tall horned woman.

iwillbeorder

I am seeking to aggregate individual records for the Grove in order to better understand our weaknesses, of which I have been informed there are many. Please copy the underlined prompts and complete the template on the next available blank page. Please do not write over someone else's answers. Address all questions to Executor Federico Giallo.

Aldric's Grove Census Informational Questionnaire
Name: Federico Giallo
Age: 25
Profession: Executor of the Laterano Notarial Hall, contractor to Rhodes Island, Saint (inconclusive as to whether a profession)
Place Of Living: Inn - subject to change
Combat Capability ("incapable" will be accepted as an answer): Rated as "excellent" in prior physical exams.
Are you prone to fainting, sensitive to flashes of light, or weak of will: No, no, no.
(If you answered yes to any of the above, avoid the perimeter of the Grove for the foreseeable future.)

Do not mind the cube which may seek you out following your completion of this form.

Thank you.

dawnforged

Hello everyone! Sorry to bother you all, but I thought it would be a good idea to put out a PSA of sorts.

If you end up going out into the forest, please be careful and watch where you step! I’m not sure how common they are around here since I’m still fairly new to this place, but earlier this morning while on patrol, I happened to find a hidden pit trap dug deep down and camouflaged with leaves. I’m going back tomorrow to mark it off a bit more clearly, but I figured I’d let everyone know just in case there happened to be more around!

foreversembrace

[There's no text on this notebook entry. It's actually just a drawing, a picture of Moder. It's a really impressively done rendition made with charcoal, and anyone who has seen Till's drawings before will recognize it as his.

Then, after a while of just this, his uneven scrawl will eventually appear underneath.]

draw with me?

sticksandbonesmods

lotusflower

[In the most heavy-handed, strangling-the-pen-to-death boyish scrawl:]

need dog names

thanks or whatever

deathgripped

[The words that appear on the page one evening are very stiff. Each letter has been carefully carved into the page, deliberately avoiding any flourishes or identifying features. Perhaps it makes sense, given the content that begins to take shape upon pages and pages of valuable Netbook space. This is clearly someone trying to remain anonymous, someone exaggerating their words in one breath while restraining any tell-tale signs of their writing style in another.]

You have all kept yourself quite busy the last month! Despite the dour environment, you managed to carve out your own little slices of… happiness with one another. As someone who believes the ties between people is the most valuable asset, period, I believe such displays should be celebrated.

( So. Let us review some of the moments you have shared with one another. :) )

unheiring

It is far too quiet around here. To stave off the dread, I think we ought to play a little game. No need to leave your houses, of course. My liquor supplies are still recovering thanks to your antics the other week.

Instead, we are going to use our books here to play Two Truths and a Lie. Credit, of course, goes to our former (and esteemed) King Cyrene. You all seemed to have such fun picking at each other on a small scale, so let us do it to a much grander degree.

The rules are self-explanatory enough. Write two truths about yourself, and one lie about yourself. No, you cannot put all lies or all truths. Please respect the rules of the game. If I find out you did not, my bird will leave chalk in your bed.

Go have fun with one another. Enter as many times as you want, if you so wish. It is as young Urbain says. "I am not your dad."

Have fun.

inkandhammer

Anyone with long hair and some patience want to have their hair braided? Suppose anyone with short hair is welcome too if you want to give me a challenge.

A bit bored with all this white space nonsense, eye doesn't have anything to focus on.

Will be at at the school's greenhouse.

[[ooc; always a good thing to post these right before crashing...]]

twindark

hellooooo all of my fellow hyperspace inhabitants this is definitely not the guy who licked the monster corpse ooze a few weeks back!

i have a hypothesis to posit: if all of the food here tastes horrible and chalk-like, but the alcohol tastes semi-normal, what would happen if someone blended it together into a cocktail? would it be a chalktail, or would it circle back around to tasting good?

this is a time-sensitive question please answer in a timely and efficient manner (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

astralprojection

Who: Grove residents
What: Second annual King's Game!
When: Late month
Where: Watchtower, in Hyperspace
Warnings: assume PG-13+

The bar will be hosting the King’s Game for residents (18+ only) of the Grove once more! Luca and Astrid will be organizing, and will step in to play if needed or be available to be used as targets of a command given to a player, but otherwise are here to provide drinks and direct the momentum of the game.

( Read more... )

taintedsorrow

anyone else bored as hell here in sleep prison?
no, better question, anyone else dry as hell?
can't find a single product to use on my skin right now.
and don't get me started on all the dust in my hair.

think i might go crazy at this rate.

how the hell are the rest of you surviving in this pit?

chickenchoicejudy

hey guys how's it going it's ryan~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

so I got in an argument with ❤️✨S O M E B O D Y✨❤️ and I was hoping you guys could back me up here, because ~~he's totally wrong~~ they - anonymous person - are TOTALLY wrong.

[This is literally the least anonymous he could be without calling out Min-Gi by name.]

anyway the question of the day is--

[Hang on, he draws in some drums for a drumroll-- 🥁]

--coffee can't like actually KILL you right? like if you have too much of it? because I've had SO MUCH in the last few days and NOTHING is happening so either it doesn't or ours is broken or something I don't know. but a person can't drink enough caffiend to like die, right? Right?????

thanks you guys are great I hate being awake peace out ✌️

unheiring

[Somewhere in the midst of the magical mishaps and the sleepless shenanigans, someone gets the terrible idea to visit the clocktower. Be a result of recklessness borne from a lack of sleep, or just the sheer need to put something obscene in his mouth, Luca winds up beside a certain pile of goo. For just a moment, he seems to second guess himself, consider turning away -

before he reaches down to scoop it right into his mouth.

The first, near ear piercing squawk that results from his efforts is due to the taste. It is absolutely awful, as one might expect. The second comes only a moment or two later, after much spitting and regret. A clump of hair falls out, landing on the ground beside Luca's feet.

If you're drawn to the noise, you might briefly see one Luca Aurelius streaking across the grove. Hair and feathers alike rain down on the ground behind him, a morbid and slightly hilarious trail leading to the bar. A handful of minutes later, some hastily scrabbled words appear on the netbook.]

I have fallen violently ill, it seems.
In the interest of not spreading a secondary plague, the bar will be closed for the foreseeable future. Please avoid the premises.

[Rejoice, world! For blöödchëëp has arisen.]

twindark

hi hi! i'm sure the majority of you don't know me, but i have a teensy-weensy time sensitive question that i'm hoping one of you might be able to answer!

so let's say that someone theoretically found some manner of creepy ooze corpse inside the clocktower that just got fixed and HYPOTHETICALLY decided to lick it and then - and again, purely hypothetical here - split into two. crazy, right? now would any of you know a way for those two... halves... to fuse back together?

also purely theoretical does anyone have a really long piece of rope that might, in theory, be long enough to tether to allow for some walking room while also making sure that a hypothetical half of yourself does not run off into the woods to never be seen again? (≧◡≦)

justacityboy

Hi guysssss it's Urbain again!! I just printed my first magazine, tysm to everyone who modelled or let me take pics or talk to them etc etc etc. I delivered it to everyone's doors... please let me know what you think but like if you have a mean thing to say be kinda nice. 🥺👉👈 I'm an amateur still okay besties?

[Aside from the cover, the "articles" are all under the cut because. Dear lord the page space. Have fun thank youuu (also heres the fanart!)]

( it's a magazine and it breaks the comm- )

missinglink

Schnecken
Erschrecken
Schlecken
Lecker
Schrecken
Schmecken

Schnecken erschrecken, wenn sie Schnecken schlecken, denn zum Schrecken vieler Schnecken schmecken Schnecken schrecklich.

sticksandbonesmods

kon_kusuriuri

[Since arriving in this place, Kusuriuri was surprised — discomfited, really — to discover that his typically infinite numbers of tools were...dwindling, perhaps? Or, perhaps, not so infinite...? He was very uncomfortable when his hand met the back of his medicine cabinet's drawer for the first time. It's not supposed to do that, it's supposed to go on forever—

Thusly: he needs more talismans, which leads him to open up the leatherbound journal he'd been given. There's already writings inside, which he'll most certainly take the time to read...once he has more talismans.]

[He can draw these pretty fast nowadays. Surely these vaguely ominous looking squiggles won't catch anyone's eye as they look in their own netbooks, expecting earnest communication.]

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Bet you thought you'd escaped the psychological digging

[forward-dated netbook post - outside of hyperspace]

[a forward-dated netbook post for outside hyperspace!]

[Netbook](Forward dated to about the 17th and outside of hyperspace)

Drawing to stave off the existential crisis [OPEN]

EVENT 039

[netbook] dog

[netbook] Lady Snapdragon's Gossip Column

[netbook] Two Truths and a Lie

[netbook]

[netbook] please stop giving this guy free reign

KINGS GAME....2!

[netbook]

Netbook, backdated to while everyone was struggling to stay awake--

[netbook-ish] blood for the blöödchëëp

[netbook] if you is me and me is we then who?

[netbook but kind of not that] happy magazine day!

Google translate this [OPEN]

EVENT & TDM 038

netbook | open

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