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[ the post goes up late Thursday, into the evening hours. and MAN is Strange so thankful for this magical journal system. He really doesn't want to have to write this multiple times. ]

One of our new visitors is an enchanter of some sort. He has cursed me and trapped Sabriel.

Francis, McGonagall, I shall need your help. I cannot save Sabriel alone. Likewise, I will need to help of any new magicians who might have arrived with the visitors. As I cannot tell the new magicians this myself, I am relying on the rest of the ship's crew to pass on this message as I cannot myself. Please meet me at my room—the proper one, not my cursed apartment.

Persson, Sheehan, I have a question of you. How can one dream up an item they had back home? Does it work the same as the communal dream of Goodsir and Jopson's rooms or can I do this by myself? I know the item's properties perfectly as I created it myself, I simply need it here. Do not come to me in person, simply respond with your journal.

As for the rest of the ship, I need a mirror and something dead—flowers, perhaps? Please leave them outside my door if you have them. There is a spell I can still cast, a spell to see what my enemy is doing. I do not know who my enemy is but the enchanter hurt Sabriel. Undoubtedly he is my enemy and undoubtedly he is on this ship.

Stay safe.
A few weeks ago, I cast a spell to alert me when the tuunbaq approached the ship.
The beacon worked. Tuunbaq is coming.
Prepare yourselves.

[ responses to this post will be very short (if they even happen at all) as Strange is taking most of his time going around and pounding on everyone's door to make SURE they're up. ]
I realize that some might have questions about the nature of England I inadvertently sent us to. I shall happily answer any questions one might have about my world, it's magic, my magic or anything of the sort.

But before that, I have much more interesting news. I was going to the Captain's library to try and find a book on the mechanics of ships (Capt. Crozier and Messers. Jopson and Goodsir, please give me recommendations if you have them) when I found new books in the library! Most of them seem to be after my time and a few seem quite salacious but two of them are quite familiar to me. One is a children's book from my England and the other is a book on magic I wrote myself!

The appearance of my book is notable as all copies aside from one were destroyed in my world (and I doubt this is that one copy). If we all agree with Ms. Persson's theory that this is a dream, then perhaps our unconscious mind created the books, rooms, fruit, et cetera. Which leads me to wonder: what marvels could be made if we turned our conscious minds to creation?

J.S.

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May. 7th, 2020 05:40 pm
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There is a new door near the ship's cabins. I do not know how it got there, only that there it is. That door leads to an apartment I let in Venice. I know this is no replica, that this is no dream, because of the darkness around the apartment. That darkness is a fairy's curse—one that should have arrived when I did and prevents me from returning home to England. Why would I dream up my own curse?

As none of you are magicians, the darkness should not harm you. If any of you are magicians, that is a fact you should have told me earlier and you should keep away from it.

Do not eat or drink anything you may find in the apartment as any food or drink that remains is most likely poisonous. They are herbal poisons, nothing magical, but please do not give Mister Goodsir work that can be avoided.

As the tuunbaq has not let up in it's kidnapping of new arrivals, I shall be leaving the ship to challenge the fiend within the hour. Likewise, on a personal note, I wish to stop it before it finds a way to torment me further.

[ There's a series of scribbled out words, like Strange was attempting to start a paragraph before giving up on showing some feelings entirely. ]

It cannot

I refuse to let it

If I lose


I will communicate with you as long as possible, though I suspect the chill will soon prevent that from happening. Please do not follow me. I wish to see no one on this ship be hurt.

Jonathan Strange

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