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[legacyofhousepavus]

 "Look at this book, it's probably a demon's trap. Let's write in it!" Yes, Dorian, this is one of your best ideas yet. Write in the demon journal for no other reason than to satisfy your own curiosity. You haven't learned anything.

I amend: Write to yourself in the demon journal. That's better.

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[cole_fadewalk]

It's not a demon journal. It's just a journal. It's all right, Dorian.

[legacyofhousepavus]

How very reassuring, Cole.

Wait, Cole?

[cole_fadewalk]

Yes. I'm here to help. This is the Fade, but it's strange. Where were you before?

[legacyofhousepavus]

Dying rather dramatically on the front steps of the Circle in Minrathous.

[serafadewalk]

[A terrible doodle of a large barrel that appears to be full of dicks appears on the page.]

[legacyofhousepavus]

[the barrel is soon anointed with a sign hanging around it that reads "Corypheus"]

There's only one person this could be.

[keelah_selai]

I thought the phrase was a bag of dicks? Or was that a bag of cats?

[greenhawke_fadewalk]

Well, that's really... unnecessary.
What is this damn journal, anyway?

[legacyofhousepavus]

We could argue what the dicks are in all day and get nowhere, really. That's about the last thing I intend to do in this not-a-demon-journal.

[greenhawke_fadewalk]

What should we talk about then? Anyone knows what is this journal for?

[keelah_selai]

It seems to be a rather advanced communication method, disguised as a primitive record device. Everyone who has ended up here seems to have one, though not everyone is using their journal in the same fashion.

[The is a sketchy doodle of quarian graffiti-ing a wall, followed by a detailed drawing of the journal in miniature. It looks like it ought to have blueprint schematics drawn around it, but is oddly blank.]

[greenhawke_fadewalk]

'Advanced communication method disguised as primitive record device'?
You, miss, are certainly not from here. We usually call it 'magic'.

[keelah_selai]

[Tali's handwriting is shaky, and more spidery than previously.]

No. No, I am not. I'm not even sure where here is.

Other than that my home, Shepard's ship, is somehow dry-docked in a castle's backyard.

[greenhawke_fadewalk]

Welcome to Thedas, wonder of wonders, etcetera. Most precisely, Skyhold, the seat of the Inquisition right on the top of the Frostback Mountains. Only... we can't see the mountains now, since it seems the fortress is floating in the middle of nowhere. Which, I pretty much believe it's the Fade. Some sort of parallel dimension, home to spirits and demons, which we usually only visit during our sleep, as a dream realm. It's rare to enter the Fade in flesh, but is possible. I just don't know what caused it.

[keelah_selai]

I've never heard of Thedas, or the Frostback Mountains. I suppose Shepard might have missed a planet or two in his adventures around the galaxy we all know that's a lie, how many hours did he spend scanning planets?.

There aren't any demons or spirits either. Just husks and geth and Reapers, which are pretty demonic.

[legacyofhousepavus]

I have to wonder if that library has any real books in it, or if it's just another fade illusion. If so, give me three hours at the most (half of one is more likely) and I could likely tell you what kind of magic made these journals.

[greenhawke_fadewalk]

That could be useful.

[dorianfadewalk]

Don't bother. The library is appalling.

So is your presence, by the by. I dread to think what sorts of tears we're making in the fabric of reality by both being here. Please don't tell me you are my future. I prefer to be pleasantly surprised by fate.

[greenhawke_fadewalk]

Now this is confusing.

[legacyofhousepavus]

If I'm your future, then I would remember having this conversation with myself. It would be very hard to forget something like that. So I do think it's safe to say that no, I am not your future. If this is some thinly veiled attempt at calling me old, I am going to need to have some very strong words with myself later.

Different strings of time would be my first thought. Something I'd put some research into some time ago, after that fun little trip to the potential future and back.

[serafadewalk]

[A reasonably identifiable caricature of Dorian is added, and his mustache is... upon close inspection, yes, those are more dicks.]

[legacyofhousepavus]

Now, is that any way to doodle about an old friend?

[serafadewalk]

[Sera's handwriting is truly terrible, but the dedicated can make it out.]

Dear Aunt Dorian, you always wore my favorite dresses, and I'm so glad you're back because the last two months were right terrible without you and your noodly magic piss, all kisses and loves and bollocks and where the bloody shite are we, you poncy magey bastard!??!?!!!????

[legacyofhousepavus]

Dear Sera,

So sweet to hear you've missed me and my magics. If I had to venture any guess, I would say this is definitely some far corner of the Fade. Watch your step and look before walking through any doorways.

Sincerely,
Your dearest Aunt

[serafadewalk]

Where's the rift? Where's the demons. Where's the damn Herald, yeah? Why are there two bloody fancybritches talking all smart garbage and flirting with yourself!?

That's it. It's [stick-figure Sera identifiable from the hair and the plaid skirt] + [a very well drawn bow] + [an eyeball with an arrow in it]. Done. Done done pissing done with all this demon book talking!