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[thewaythatiam]

The bakery being run by Peeta Mellark and myself will remain open for the foreseeable future. We do not have as many items available but we will continue to provide bread and simple baked goods. If you know of any recipes for baked items made with limited simple ingredients, please inform Peeta or myself, as developing a more varied menu despite rationing is good for business.

There is at least one of what is called a "speedster" in Keelai. A person with a higher than "natural" speed capabilities. This is often accompanied by an accelerated metabolism, requiring them to eat far more than the average human of their age and weight to avoid starvation. If you are acquainted with such a person and have food or money to spare, I believe it would be best for our population as a whole to support them.

I have been finding and recording word and letter patterns in the Kedan written language. If anyone with skills in linguistics or languages wishes to see my notes, you may ask. It is of little use to me other than as information I can share with others better trained to use it.



Thank you.

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[mopirates_moproblems]

[James hasn't made a post since his first - in part because he's terribly lost. He has proper clothes, now, thanks to Favrielle, but it is still overwhelming to be in such a foreign place. His concern isn't so much the rationing, though that seems to be quite the source of anxiety for some he's encountered. What he wants is answers to the many and contradictory things he's been told since his arrival.]

I find myself at something of a loss, in this place, with so many people from such seemingly different times and places. It seems impossible that one person could have brought us here, and insensible that they should.

[That, though, is a subject he's sure has been at the center of many debates. What truly haunts him is what he heard from Peggy and Ariadne before.] I was led to believe that this place was a sort of afterlife, and yet, if I understand correctly, there are some here with ambitions to return to their homes. I do not see how such a thing could be accomplished.

[And that's it. No suggestions, he's just mulling. Aloud, and in public, which, he realizes now, is terribly unseemly.]

Forgive me. There is little purpose to these musings. Perhaps they are better off left unvoiced.