And we start back again with Dorothy! The picture at the bottom is courtesy of Tin Man this time:) If you recall in the closeup of Dorothy’s room a while back I showed paints. Those belong to the Tin Man. He’s so full of feeling now that he has a heart that he found it to be a good outlet. Better than sarcasm;)
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And here is Dorothy:) Ha, this one was also fun! It’s been a blast digging into each characters’ head. Now that you’ve seen it, we can start getting to the actual story along with the internal stuff.
The background for each personal journal is unique at least to the individual owning it. It is hard to make out but behind her journal page, Dorothy’s background is a tiled cameo version of her four forms. If you’d like to see the full version of this background, it is available for anyone to see on my Shards Patreon page.
And if you’d like a transcript of the text, here ya go!
D: Golly, I guess I should start with the city. It was pretty but awful quiet for a trading town.
T: Yeah. Too quiet.
S: But we knew we were walking into danger. The sheep warned us, though at the time I was still deciphering the clue’s elevance to our surroundings.
L: Doesn’t matter. We can take ‘em. And for the record, that wolf wasn’t
T: Now, let’s not get cocky, Lion… Oh. Sorry. Dorothy’s turn.
D: That’s okay, Tin Man. I think we all agree we needed to stay alert. I didn’t want to be snuck up on again.
L: Yeesh, yer tellin’ me! That wolf wasn’t bad but he DID get the drop
S: Hush now. Let Dorothy transcribe what occurred in Venice.
T: Scarecrow’s right. Pipe down there, Lion, so Dorothy can write.
L: I know, I know. Sorry.
D: Well, I’d just started into a shop that sold clothing when I saw Miss Muffet hurry out of the one she’d chosen. Tin Man said she looked sad
so I asked, “Did you find anything?”
And she said, “No.”
I asked, “What’s wrong?” because I thought he was right.
And she said, “I’m hungry.”
T: See? Sad.
D: “Didn’t you, um, eat before we left?” I asked her.
And she said, “I did but… I’m hungry again.”
L: And that’s never a good thing. That kid gets weird when she’s snacky.
T: Lion, you know the kid can’t help it.
L: Well, you don’t have a tail she was eyeing hungrily last week.
D: Er… Can we please focus? Scarecrow is being quiet.
T: Yeah, sorry, Dorothy.
D: So I invited Miss Muffet to come with us and I’d just started into the shop when we heard Humpty give a startled yell and fall over himself to leave the shop he chose to investigate.
“Humpty! What’s wrong?” I asked him and we rushed over to see if we could lend a hand. He needed the assist and when I took hold of his cartoonly oversized hand, I was reminded that, for an egg, he’s got a soft grip.
“Eggs…” was the only thing he said, and said with a shudder to boot.
T: Honestly, why did he go into a bakery? Why does he even like cooking?
D: Tin Man… Does anything really make sense about Humpty? We just accept him as he is. He’s our friend.
T: I know, Dorothy. That’s why I don’t like seeing him upset. I just–
Scarecrow? Did you just doodle all over the page Dorothy’s working
on using her other hand?
S: … Um. Yes. Sorry. Just trying to keep occupied.
My brain just keeps going!
Humpty has been in the background for far too long in my opinion. He’s a really nice guy. Hope you enjoy this little trip into his head:)
As for the next journal, not sure yet if you’re going to get Miss Muffet, Jack, or Dorothy next. We’ll all be surprised!
Note: I made a small change to the strip — changed the spelling of “senior” to “signore” which is the Italian spelling — and it doubled the strip up again… Huh. Wish I could find a way to make it not do that when I clearly click “replace image”…
Oh, and the text:
I do a lot for Mother Goose and the others: cooking healthy meals, keeping the peace, minding my own goo, not smoking inside. I’m a giving kinda egg-man but I gotta tell ya, there are some moments…
That last mission. Venice, right? Great city, nice folks. I started to walk into the nearest shop for some intel, like Miss Muffet and Dorothy and presumably Jack went off to do, but I heard someone down the way call out.
“Signore, come in, come in!”
A guy wearing a cook’s apron was grinning and waving, asking me into his shop. Well, I’m always interested in new cuisine and fellow chefs so I put on a big smile and went in. Smelled pretty good but as soon as I walk in, the guy put a tray of poached eggs right under my nose and I nearly fainted!
Now, I know I’m not supposed to be upset by that sorta thing but I also know I’m not supposed to even BE an egg, least of all a walking, talking egg-man. I’ve been cracked, shelled, stretched, enlarged, and shrunk. I can turn into wood or metal or whatever I want, but I always turn back into… well… me. I can’t help what I am, just like I can’t help getting upset over seeing my ‘brethren’ cooked. Sometimes ya just gotta suck it up and move on, too, like my goo. Huh… I haven’t been very leaky lately. That’s a good thing, right? Gotta keep positive. One day soon maybe I won’t be so cracked up and in pain all the time. Heck, I’ll suffer some egg-citement for that.
This one is fun:) Wanted to see inside Miss Muffet’s head? Here you go! And if the writing is too small, a transcript is right below:
A Pound Of Gruff : Miss Muffet’s Journal, Page 1
There’s so many neat people everywhere we go. Like here… I think Mother Goose called it Venice? It’s pretty! I took a quick peek into some of the shops cuz the sheep clue said there was trouble here and the townsfolk usually know what the problem is.
What do they tastes like, townsfolk…
I asked Dorothy, “Dorothy, should we just ask people? Jack’s doin’ it again…” Of course, he found a bar. I’d roll my eyes at him but he doesn’t care. I mean, why does anyone drink that stuff anyway? I smelled some beer once …Blood… and I thought it smelled gross.
“The clue mentioned something living ‘under’ and eating things.” Humpty said. “You ask in there, Miss Muffet, and Dorothy an’ I’ll ask in these shops here.”
That sounded like a good plan so I opened the door and scrunched up all my legs so I could get inside and, as usual, nobody noticed a spider girl walking in. Just a girl …Needs blood… It’s one reason I like going out on shard missions. Nobody sees what I really am…
The shop I went in sold flowers and had lots of pretty bunches out front and inside. There was a lady who asked me what I’d like and I asked if there were problems around town or anything weird and she looked scared a minute and …CAT!… Oh, look, a cat …Prey! Feeds!… The lady said it was a friendly cat …Blood! Feeds!.. and I could tell because it rubbed against my real legs …Grabs it! Grabs it grabs it grabs–
“No!” I just put my hands behind my back and didn’t pet the cat even though the lady said I could. “No, thank you. Um… I gotta go but thanks for the info.”
I… had to go. Her cat was too distracting anyway.
Welcome to the first page of a new format — journal entries! We are experimenting with this format in order to get through a few storylines faster. Please, as always, leave feedback and comments on what you think of it, keeping in mind that I am still experimenting and will be making improvements where needed. Enjoy:)
Reposting the cover page for “A Pound Of Gruff”, because herein starts the journals. Look for pg. 1 tomorrow and find out who’s first!
This week has been slow-going for artwork to finish up Chapter 3 and I apologize for that, but look! This is the cover of the first set of journals! Hm… Wonder where our heroes have ventured to retrieve a shard this time? Let the speculations commence!