day eighty-seven: monday, october 17th

[majorarc]

[ The Event is over! If you have not broken your mirrors, then the World has used a burst of power to break them for you. However, the Rulers are not pleased you've found a way back out of your mirror prisons, and they have left you with a physical trait from your denizen as punishment.

The weather today is getting very chilly, with a rather high wind. Be careful going outside today, denizens. And be sure to bundle up! ]

2nd Stitch | Audio

[seeringlight]

I'd like to disrupt your monotonous, daily lives so I may air out a few grievances. [There's a...not so familiar voice. The usual younger, girlish voice is not so girlish any longer.]

I'm sure everyone is aware that we were all given parting gifts by our so very generous Rulers.

That is to say, it is detestable and they should be ashamed of themselves for even considering it was a good idea. It wasn't. First of all, I apologize for being in contact with anyone during that rather absurd event. Being Odin is hard, and it is likely none of us even understands what it is like. I have barely dipped my feet into such dangerous waters and have already decided I dislike it. I was not meant for being an elderly man. Second of all, I'd like to know if anyone else was left with a distasteful gift by our humble Rulers.

And what have I gotten you wonder? Let's just say that you may call me by Ross as oppose to Rose. I really don't care at this point. I have gone beyond the realm of caring. If you have not put two and two together, I now seem to be severely lacking on the upper chest department, but I have gained something new in thy nether regions. It's called a penis.

Good day to you too.