Quest 219

( Private || Hackable by Friends )

There, and that's another of those silly random weekends come to an end. We've been having them quite a long time, haven't we? At least a year and a half, I think it must be. I know it's less than two years, though, since I've been here two years and I can still remember a time when we weren't having them every month, but it really has been quite some time now since they've started coming along. And I suppose they're nice, in their own way, since the curses we get on those weekends tend to be mostly harmless ones, and then we always know that the Monday afterward will be free of them, since we've just spent a whole weekend acting silly.

Goodness knows I certainly was, running around writing my name on everything I owned--or simply thought I owned, even, which wasn't always the case. And I'm sorry to anyone I might've, er, tried to mark yesterday, in my rush to get everything labeled. If I did get to you, I hope you've managed to wash the ink off by now, and that I wasn't too much of a bother yesterday when I was trying to get all that done.

I don't think I've ever had that curse before, honestly. It's usually much more likely I'll find myself turned into a child or a bird for the weekend, which is usually a bit troublesome but mostly manageable. And this one was mostly manageable, too, but it does make for some interesting questions, doesn't it? After all, we usually write our names on things that are important to us, that we want to keep for ourselves, and that's why we mark them as our own. It helps keep them from getting lost, having a name on them, because then if they do and someone else finds them, they know who to return it to. Putting a name on something lets people know who it belongs to.

But it's silly to write your name on everything that's yours, and it's even sillier to try to do it to other people, instead of just possessions. For one thing, writing your name on something might spoil it rather than helping it--like trying to pen your name on a white cat, for instance. Or it might only be a waste of ink, since sometimes things are lost and can't be returned, no matter how much we may want them back.

Still...I think there are other ways of writing our names on people, even if we don't do it with ink, and more lasting places to do it than on their skin. In a certain way, I think that's rather what it means to be friends, even--because friends have a funny way of making their mark on you, and changing you for the better, and I think that's a much better way of going about it than writing all over them, anyway.


[OOC: So yesterday, Rosella found herself hit with the Mine Mine Mine curse, and spent the day running around writing her name on everything she owned. Which, all things considered, was quite a lot of writing. And now she's got to wash it all off again, too--but hey, at least it's giving her some quality time to think? Friends of hers, if you want to assume she got to you yesterday, feel free! Otherwise, she'll just be cleaning up the contents of the Warehouse. :D]