day one hundred and eighty-five: thursday, january 15th

[majorarc]

[ Just another winter day, nothing to report. The houses that were damaged in the fire are finally starting to be worked on! ]

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[destructiveprinciple]

[ His legs are back to their normal length, meaning he can again reach the doorknob without the assistance of a box to stand on. The addition of horns that curled out of his black hair wasn't exactly what he considered to be a fair tradeoff for the regain of his body's height, but he hadn't had much personal say in the matter. Now that his feet are back on dry land, and the seasickness had abated, Avenger feels in the correct temperament to annoy the network: ]

fun fact:

after all that crap involving the ship and ghostly pirates trying to make us jump off a plank into the sea, we have apparently been "compensated" for our troubles!
you know that weird door that showed up in our houses awhile back without anybody sending in a request for a few islandwide housing renovations?
it's been unlocked
as the little note oh so kindly informed us all. or at least, that's what mine said. i don't want to be the odd one left out here.

so folks.
anybody been reckless enough to walk inside yet? 

[ Also to gather some information from the other inhabitants. ]