getsomesleep: (Guqin jam)
"Once upon a time," said Zhuangzi, "I dreamed that I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Zhuangzi.

"Soon I awoke, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming that I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming that I am a man."

[Once this little bit of ancient wisdom finishes showing on the right side of the page, the left slowly fills with a delicate painting of a man asleep under a tree, a butterfly perched on his head.]
getsomesleep: (I don't even)
This is a very sudden transition from my own bedside to a patch of sand on the other side of the island. Perhaps anyone has any notion as to what to giant ants might have thought to do with a man-sized glass cocoon?
getsomesleep: (An earnest man)
I should like to assure all those who wonder that the contents of the text over my head do not in any way reflect my thoughts, despite appearance to the contrary. Poor diction aside, I cannot imagine why I should invest so much though in wondering what color of hat would best suit each man or woman I meet; nor do I actually mean to set anyone on fire, in case someone sees any reason to credit that accusation.

My utmost apologies for the inevitable distraction.

-- 火
getsomesleep: (Guqin jam)
Suddenly, just after sunset, the radios begin to play music.

There's no warning, no signal, no words. Nothing but the soft, echoing strumming of the string instrument - some might recognize a guqin, played with exceptional skill and relish. A wave of sound crashes, and another, and then a second instrument joins, quicker and fiercer yet in perfect harmony.

The two unknown musicians play for some minutes, dancing around, complimenting, coaxing each other. There is no sound but the music as it unfolds, develops and finally builds to a crescendo that echoes for long seconds after both go silent.

And just as the music rose, it disappears again.

[Taken from Red Cliff Part I, right here from about 8:55 to the end.]
getsomesleep: (Warrior poet)
[Huo's neat writing is a bit off today. Just a bit.]

A thousand pardons, Cornucopia-qiánbeì, Pardes-qiánbeì; I fear that I will be absent from work for a few days. I shall return as soon as I am able.

[After a moment:]

A strange question, perhaps, but is anyone aware of a natural source of water in the Sphere? A river, lake or spring of some sort?

-- 火


[OOC: Hebrew-named your other Farm supervisor~ "Pardes" means orchard and is also a key term in Jewish mysticism. What that choice of name says about him I have no idea.]
getsomesleep: (Default)
I understand that the voices following us all are not reliable sources of information; but still, I do wonder who, exactly, have I tried to kill with a forklift.


Smoke-jūn, may I meet with you sometimes this week? I'm in need of some advice that I think you are best equipped to give.

-- 火


[OOC: Sorry couldn't resist. ^_^]
getsomesleep: (Le Fwoosh)
My condolences to the friends of the disappeared. Cissus is gone as well, and her absence dims the sunlight over these fields, faint already in this cold and dark season. Parting is worst when it is sudden; but all the bonds we make are ultimately contingencies against a mute and chaotic world. Storms pass. We build again.


The restoration of the fields continues to be a challenging project; I consider myself responsible, and am attempting to devise an alternative solution. I must beg your patience.


[There is a pause, and then a sketch appears, quickly and with Huo's usual neat precision. Looks like gears of a pocket watch. Beneath it, fainter writing.]

And still. I am grateful.


-- 火

十 - shí

Nov. 30th, 2010 12:01 am
getsomesleep: (I don't even)
[The words appear is the quick, delicate scrawl that characterizes Huo's writing when he's distracted. Long moments pass between sentences.]


This is very unusual.


And violent.


I'm reasonably sure that a feather fan can't do that.



Is anyone else in the Wilderness at the moment? I require some assistance.

-- 火

九 - jiǔ

Nov. 24th, 2010 10:03 pm
getsomesleep: (Fanboy)
At last, what was lost is recovered. A thousand pardons for my lengthy silence: it's a delicate system that we depend upon for our communication. I hope that nothing crucial had happened by writing.

Sumi-senseilăoshī, if I may ask an unusual question: is there any special kind of soap that you use for your hair? The Sphere's newest antics are proving very tiresome.


-- 火


[OOC: Absence explanation = lost journal. Please bear with me. He'd have been around in person, though. Also now he's in a cliched anime and can't tie up his ~*~BUUUTIFUL BISHIE HAIR~*~ IseriouslyDEK.]

六 - liù

Sep. 29th, 2010 03:49 pm
getsomesleep: (Fanboy)
A thousand pardons for my absence these past few days, Amurui-qiánbeì, and to any other that I may have unwittingly caused concern to. I have not been entirely well, but am recovered, and shall promptly return to my work.

[Just not going to mention the whole overwork thing. Enough people are getting on his case on that already.]

As for the hourglasses, I will say only this: it is doubtful that a force able to generate such a mark, may be confused or diverted from its purpose by the mere removal of that same mark. And I suspect that you shall be very disappointed if, come the end to the waiting, all others marked will receive some heavenly boon while you will have died of self-inflicted neck wounds.

Patience is a virtue.

-- 火

二 ; èr

Aug. 18th, 2010 10:18 pm
getsomesleep: (lol i'm good)
The realm is vast and full of wonders. At every turn, a new delight awaits for the eager eye, and much that is tantalizing in its unfamiliarity. Perhaps with so little to see within, the mind is best pleased to seek without; perhaps by walking its length and breadth, a foreign place might become a home.

To impose would be unforgivable, yet I would be glad for the presence of another with me on the road: for the sake of guidance and safety, as well as for the pleasure of company. Stellaris: if one should be find to serve as guide, your presence alongside us would be very welcome.

The list of positions remains a puzzle; all seem equally fascinating. I must not have gotten very much done, in another life.



On another matter: Might I gain the attention of the one known as Dash?


-- 火

一 ; yī

Aug. 14th, 2010 02:44 am
getsomesleep: (Default)
[New handwriting today, and it's quite beautiful. Those who read the original Chinese characters might appreciate the skill behind the expert strokes: flawless calligraphy, itself poetry of sorts, yet not slow and cautious but decisive, the writing emerging complete and without hesitation. Those who get a translation miss out on some of the finer points of the art, perhaps, but the effect is the same in every language.]

Warmest greetings to the residents of Edensphere.

This humble servant, the lowest of souls, begs leave to dwell among you and hereby be known, in lieu of a more appropriate name, by the character ‘Huo'.

Although I do not yet know my own measure, and indeed expect that it be the very image of mediocrity, it is my outmost desire to be of some use in the undertakings of the city. I will take up whatever profession is required, and toil in that capacity to the very best of my ability.

Sincerely, I offer my prayers of good neighborhood in the hope that they be accepted in the same spirit in which they were made.

-- 火

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