{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

[meteorman]

[MMMM THAT'S LIKE THE ONE THING HE DIDN'T WANT TO ADDRESS because what is being open with his feelings, and especially what is being open with his feelings publicly]

Now who's the one making assumptions?

[It's a shitty deflection and he knows it.]

[ignisvulpes]

Come on, can you blame me?
Stanley and Stanford! Wow! (Draw some jazz hands here.)
Ever think about adding a third Stan? See if it enhances your charisma?

[meteorman]

[The urge to actually draw some jazz hands is very strong. Ford does not give in to it.]

We have never thought about that, no. It would likely just make things more complicated and invite more jokes from smart-alecs.

[Hint]

[ignisvulpes]

You're a ton of fun, aren't you?

[meteorman]

I do try to keep things light-hearted.

[Is this... jokes?]

Though at the moment I am more concerned with getting my feet under me than anything else.

[ignisvulpes]

Aw, come on.

Real talk, what are you afraid of?
If you REALLY wanted a nice roof over your head, wouldn't you have just taken the Mistress's offer?
I mean, who says you have to be her slave forever?

[meteorman]

[BOI]

I have my reasons. Mainly, I'm not an imbecile. A roof over my head is nice but not necessary, particularly with such steep rent. Frankly the shack I've been given is still more than I expected to be entitled to.

[And more than he actually needs, though he won't turn his nose up at it. If he had to he could very easily survive in the wilderness -- he has before.]

[ignisvulpes]

Wow.
Are you calling me an imbecile? :'(