First Song [text]

[secondsmarch]

[This one is keeping herself to just text due to... an inability to actually talk.]

I'm a new arrival, and I can't offer much.

[At least she's to the point. Red's done this before, somewhat. The difference is that this time there's people that can actually read her messages.]

But I need information.

[She's leaving it that unspecific for a reason.]

Comments

[voice]

[dragonbadfaith]

[Have a drawling, mildly sarcastic voice coming at you.]

Yes, don't we all.

text;

[secondsmarch]

[Have some... well written text?]

Well, I've suddenly found myself with more time than I know what to do with.

text;

[dragonbadfaith]

[Writing, hm? Well alright, if that's what she'd prefer. Draco picks up his quill, as well.]

It looks as though everyone has just repeated the same things to you several times over. As you can see, we've only learned so much in the several months now that we've been here.

text;

[secondsmarch]

Slow progress is better than none.

text;

[dragonbadfaith]

Perhaps, but I'm beginning to get impatient.

text;

[secondsmarch]

In that case, what would you suggest be done?

text;

[dragonbadfaith]

I have no suggestions, really. If there was an easy way to speed up the process of getting out of this bloody place, we'd already be doing it.

text;

[secondsmarch]

Sounds like gathering all the pieces of this jewel is our only option.

text;

[dragonbadfaith]

Evidently. And we've no clue how many there even are. It's an endless wild-goose chase.

text;

[secondsmarch]

What else would we be able to do?

text;

[dragonbadfaith]

I don't know of anything. No one does.

text;

[secondsmarch]

Then we keep moving forward.