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Crispins Journal Entry, where the hell is he?

Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.

==Initial Post==

((Posted by Skyler ‘Artful Dodger’ Gant on June 18, 2010))

18th, June 188X.

How odd, this is. I fell asleep in the bookshop Miss Sheryl Skytower owns, as I often do when I do not feel like walking back to city hall to sleep, and awoke the next day in a hotel lobby filled with fancy dressed people staring at me as if I was some kind of freak. Thankfully, I had my stocking cap on, which covered my pointed ears. Of course they still stared, one of them walked up to me and said, in an American accent, “Dear boy, what are you doing sleeping in the Lobby of the Palace Hotel?”

He seemed concerned, yet didn’t move closer to me, as if he was scared I may have a disease or something. Instantly I jumped from where I was laying and stood staring up at him, a worried look on my face. “Sir?” I began. “Where exactly is the Palace Hotel?” This had the guy laughing, as if I had asked a stupid question, and he answered, after several seconds of laughing, “New York City, boy. Surely you knew that?” I shook my head and stared at the door in the distance leading outside and said. “No sir, I don’t..”

Before he could respond with another stupid remark, I stood up and ran to the door and outside it to see for myself, and indeed, it seemed, I was in NYC. The question is, however, how did I get here? I couldn’t have blipped all this way from New Babbage, could I? I quickly set off, bare feet slapping on pavement and Lord only knows what the smelly muck littering the pavement and streets are, I must remember to wash my feet upon reaching the water, and I do hope the water is clean for that matter.

I do not know how long I walked until I reached the cost, overlooking a beautiful, tall, statue made of copper. Someone said she was ‘The Statue of Liberty.’ a magnificent creation if ever there was one. I had to get home, but…I had no cash, which meant I needed a job, and the only job, it seemed, hiring a kid was a paper boy. Looks like I’m stuck in NYC until I can either get home or to Seraph City. Maybe I’ll head to Steelhead City, hopefully Miss Mara will help me find a way to get home. It’s getting rather late, the moon is already in the sky and I need a place to sleep, the stables at the local police station seem like a decent place, so I’m going to stop writing now. I…will also try and find some food. I haven’t eaten all day. Night Journal.


*Comment by Tepic Harlequin on June 19, 2010 at 2:50am
Dang Crispin, you should know better’n to fall asleep surrounded by all them books… words have power you know, an all that power in one place, well, anything can happen, specially if you are a a heavy sleeper! If’n you need a good feed, try the Salvation Army place on Times Square, they are decent people…

*Comment by Sheryl Skytower on June 19, 2010 at 1:42pm
notices books are slightly awry in her bookshop

begins re-arranging them

Comment by Skyler ‘Artful Dodger’ Gant on June 19, 2010 at 3:48pm

Found a job working as a paper boy for the New York Daily Times. My job’s to shout the news of the day and hold up the paper, that way people will be interested and buy the paper. I’m hoping to save enough cash to get back home. But…I do not wish to travel aboard a ship again, not after what happened last time when coming home with Skyler from Ireland.

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