{Entry One}

[meteorman]

[This is not the first time Ford has found himself a universe away from where he was just a day or so ago, and so all things considered he's taking it in stride. He was certainly smart enough to turn down any sort of employment from a woman calling herself 'Mistress' (I mean, really) and he's not too fazed by the little shack that's afforded him instead of nicer lodgings in the castle. A roof over his head is still a vast step up from most of the universes he's had to crash in. He's even been provided with a handy dandy new journal in which to compile notes on his new locale, and that's exactly what he's decided to do. It's one of his go-to solutions.

Up at the top of the page there is a date, which is crossed out after a few moments of consideration and replaced with words written in neat cursive script:]

Can't start using dates until I have some idea of the local calendar.

I have once again found myself in a world that is very markedly not my own. I wasn't intending to travel any further than the bounds of my own planet ever again but intent means very little in the long run. This would explain quite a lot about the Bermuda Triangle, in retrospect. I wonder why Stanley didn't come through with me?

In terms of similarity to Earth I would rate this new world fairly high. Its technology is clearly more primitive but this can perhaps be explained by the presence of magic, which often renders most 'modern' Earth technology (or equivalent alien technology) pointless.

[There is a very well-rendered sketch of the Mistress off to the left, looking unimpressed as usual.]

THE MISTRESS

The local ruler. She offered me employment and naturally I turned it down in favor of remaining a free agent for the duration of my time here. I would like to think at this point I can spot a raw deal with some degree of accuracy.

[He... he has no idea other people can see this. Either that note wasn't at the start of this book because he arrived long after their dispersal, or he just flat out didn't read it in his haste to start nerding out all over the place. Take your pick.]

Comments

[heiresy]

[Next to the drawing, but not too close (he doesn't want to mar it!) some very practiced, neat and calligraphic handwriting seemingly scrawls itself out. ]

Very nicely done. Are you an artist?

[dravanicide]

Would I be wrong to assume it was not your intent to share these findings with everyone?

Mayhap a non-magical journal would better suit your needs.

[ignisvulpes]

Nice art. Good call on the mistress thing.

[He doesn't care if she can see this?? FUCK the Mistress, yo.]

Maybe get something else to write your diary on.
>;)

[shieldofrohan]

[In the margins, beside his notes on the Mistress:] Changeable as weather and fell in wrath, yet she holds her word and her pride as far as I have seen, in her way.

You may wish to know, too, that she can see this as clearly as I can. As we all can. Have a care.

[moonshined]

You're a very talented artist. I was always rubbish at drawing. Are you some kind of researcher?

[blackdogstar]

[Ahahahaha hilarious.]

Yeah, hey, about that whole 'magic' thing. That notebook you have. It is. It does. Welcome to the magic network.

You're from Earth?