This is not Masayf. Nor the road towards it. I am not sure where I am or why I have found myself in this place. I awoke here, in a strange sort of bed in a very strange room. I have no idea why I have woken here, or why these people have insisted incomprehensible things to me. There are also confusing, bizarre devices here, and blinding, strange lights that seem to function on some sort of strange power.

With the loss of my journal, I am trying to write with one strange device now. There are things that they call "keys" that seem to have letters upon them. Someone who called herself a nurse patiently showed me how to use these keys. They say it is called "typing," but it is of no matter to me what it is called, or what this device truly is. The only comfort I can gain from this is a means to put my thoughts to… I am not sure. It is not paper. But it is something.

In truth, I can only think of things that the Apple has shown me before, glimpses of a future that is confusing to me. Is that what has brought me here then? Is this the working of the Apple? I wish it would give me answers, to perhaps understand this strange turn of events. Alas, it seems to be just as confused as I, showing me only the same things it has before, and not an explanation to my situation. I only wish I could see Masayf from within it.

( So, yeah, Altaïr doesn't understand that posting with this is not like writing in his old journal. Have fun reading, commenting, and confusing this poor guy. )

Just wondering.

Anyone on this network have a band of some sort?

let it be knwon that on thsd da, saturda,y the t24 of march,
i
sirius blck
god of all things charing and handsome
and all otehr manly things
have still not found the beautiful elixer of firefwhiskey and have decided to feast amongs ths muggles of our deal island and parktake in their drink. 'snot bad. not the same bit off feeling, coudldo with a bit more fire. how do yo they make it so firey/?

note to self test out recidips in kitchen upon return. ingredients to follow
fire
whistkey
magic

Seeing as its saturday, why isnt thisplace packed? ive never seen such an emtpy pub before, cept maybe at the hog's head but who the blooody hell wants to drink out of dirsty mugs liket hat? not to mention the bloody goats. DONT YOU PEOPLE NKOW HOW TO HAVE A BIT FO FUN? slike living with evans.

WHIC REMINDS ME. one of oyu lot had the same idea recently - good on you, must congratulation your brilliant sollution and also being so absolutely fit. but i have to say i am HURT absoluteioy hurt that no one else was invited to your inebriation party. ill just have to invite you all to mine i suppose. you can thank me in the morning.

oi and speaking of goats, IF YOU SEE Y A MOTORBIKE TELL HER I MISS EHR AND THAT DAADDY'S THINKING ABUOT HER. if you have here then im coming to get yuo. best lock your doors, except locked doors ar eno obstacle to great and powerful wizards such as myself so you should really just prepare for the worst. dont try to stop me evans your WOMANLY WILES may work on dear Jamesies but i am immune to such things. JAMES YOU GREAT PRAT WHEN YOU GET HERE IM GOING TO HEX YOUR NOSE OFF who leaves their best mate on mental island. Did yu know Prongs has boxers with stagson them? what now evans, eh? Taking things a bit far if you ask me mate.

right i shall now deprive you all of my prescence but dont cry too much as i except to see you here in ten minutes time. just look for the empty me with the pub inside.

Who: The idiots who volunteered themselves for this.
What? Rescue efforts after the Midnight Channel.
Warnings/Notes: Respond only if you feel like it. I have written it mostly as a story. Additionally, if you do bite, I only intend to play the beginning and fade out from there because this shadow will be a bitch to fight. Insofar as how the fighting actually goes down, the only details I know are "Dante is an idiot and will inevitably end up getting stabbed and impaled a lot." Everyone, let the idiot take the risks!

Any further discussion of details for those to whom they apply can be done via email, plurk, or in chatroom. (Second warning: I didn't proof-read this.)

( As with the Midnight Channel post itself, you might want to exercise caution in reading this if you have any triggers at all. )

In reference to Alois's whereabouts, we'll be taking tomorrow as a much needed day of rest. Wearing yourselves out won't help us find him any faster. We'll start again after school on Monday.