You know, I never really was one for cloud-watching at home. Falkner enjoyed it, but I never really could see the attraction.

Cloud-watching here is actually less interesting, were that possible.

I suppose I've no right to complain of boredom, giving that my life at home was often terminally exciting, but still...

Ah, well. At least the weather is normal for being indoors again.

It's snowing now. It's actually snowing. It went from being hotter than I've ever been in my entire life to freezing and snowing. And someone's gone and run off with my armor. Not to mention my shirt.

I am really beginning to dislike this place.

How are houses made out of ice and snow so warm on the inside?

There's an awful lot of weather lately for being indoors. First the rain yesterday, now this...

My God it's hot in here. Is there supposed to be a comma there or not? Never mind, it's too hot for punctuation...

Even with regular clothes it's like this. I don't even want to think about what it would be like with my armor on...

It was interesting living in a jungle for a few weeks, but I'm rather glad things seem to have gotten back to what passes for normal around here. Yes, Gengar, I know there's no such thing as "normal" in this place, you can stop telling me.

Just out of idle curiosity, do many others here have regular dealings with ghosts? Or other miscellaneous undead?

I suppose I ought to get a tent one of these - oof!

... Memo to self, don't post while walking anymore. I just walked into what appears to be my tent.

*there is the sound of a very large animal breathing very nearby* ... Would someone care to explain to me why the room has suddenly filled with large numbers of... very strange-looking dragons? Not that I seem to be in too much danger, but it's tiring staying intangible for too long and this large one that can't seem to figure out why I'm still here after it bit through me is awfully persistent.

Then again, perhaps it's just too stupid to give up. Either way, the Gengar's having fits.

*pause*

... Gengar, as long as I don't turn tangible within this thing's reach, I should be fine.

What I need is a nice tall tree. Luckily, there doesn't seem to be a shortage of them.

I wish Sir Lance was here. Or Lady Claire. They've always been good with dragons.

... You know, with the tents gone, this place seems a lot more crowded.

((OOC: And Morty finally has an AIM! If Ecruteaknight shows up in chat, that's him. Feel free to ping me if you want him.))

And I have to say that I probably didn't need to warn people about the Gengar. He'd probably go more or less unnoticed in this place.

I don't know how I've managed to last this long without getting drawn into the room's insanity myself. I have a feeling it won't last, though.

((OOC: No, it probably won't. I'm having difficulties with the whole multiple-screennames thing at the moment, but on the meantime you can contact me OOC at MatthiasWave on AIM or tag Morty for IC chat there or on LJ Talk (he's burningbrass@livejournal.com, naturally).))

That was... unexpected. I wonder what caused it... In my experience, whirlpools or whatever that was don't generally open in the ceiling on their own.

And this place is even stranger... Does anyone know how big this room is? I couldn't see the walls from where I arrived. This device seems useful - it's easy to use, at any rate. It was rather a shock when it grew as I opened it, though.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am called Mortimer, Knight of the Fallen Tower. But most people prefer to call me Morty. Don't be afraid if you see a black shadow following me; the Gengar's been with me since I was a child. He's a bit standoffish sometimes, I'm afraid. Doesn't like strangers too much.