there's nothing in the darkness now but things the good lord made

[silverguitarhero]

[Well, that certainly was a trial. John is definitely not happy that someone just got executed for killing a vampire-he'd have done the same thing if he caught her. Not to mention there's not much food left in the kitchen either. Still, he's grabbed whatever cake is leftover from the fridge, and left a note by the dining hall door asking people to bring what they have.

He himself is sitting at one of the desks, reading slowly through his copy of The Long-Lost Friend and singing softly under his breath. There's a pile of paper sitting by him, each with charms written on them, and he's apparently flipping through the book looking for more to copy down.]

Way up on Hark Mountain
I climb all alone,
Where the trail is untravelled
The top is unknown.

Comments

[silverguitarhero]

[John looks worried at that as well.] I suppose you could place it on a string of sorts. As long as the words are intact, it should be just fine.

[toomanybaseballs]

What? From the arts and crafts room?

[silverguitarhero]

That could work, if the cord was strong enough. You could easily wear it around your neck or wrist.

[toomanybaseballs]

Eh...

[It would look weird with his spiky bracelet.]

[silverguitarhero]

[He hands the slips over anyways.] There's no need to wear them visibly, if that's not to your liking.

[toomanybaseballs]

[Leon has obtained... Slips of paper with writing on it. Okay.]

Thanks...?

[silverguitarhero]

You're welcome. [He smiles, and assuming Leon doesn't have anything else to say, goes back to organizing the rest of the slips for anyone else who might happen by.]