Look at me, I'm made of wonderful, wonderful

[This entry is forward-dated slightly to midday tomorrow. The writing is still recognizable as Castle's, but the hand trembles a little.]

Promise ----> Alexis
Nikki ----> Detective Kate Beckett


I'm a mystery writer. Nikki- Kate- wasn't isn't my wife, but she's a homicide detective, and we're partners. I shadow her and help her solve cases because she's the inspiration for my new series of books. I live in a loft apartment with my daugher, Alexis, and my mom, Martha. I'm famous, too. REALLY famous.

Alexis is waiting for me. I [There's a long pause here, and the writing becomes steadier, but slower as he carefully considers each word and phrase.]

I've made a lot of friends here. All of you have helped me through some tough times and been the best friends... and everything else... a guy could ask for. "Thank you" doesn't seem like enough at this point, not nearly. I'm never going to forget any of you.

But my daughter is back home. She needs me. And I'll keep having adventures. Not without saying goodbye in person, not without making arrangements first, but... I'm going home.

[The writing is a little sloppy, but recognizable as Rick's neat hand still.]

Man, this mechanical arm is so stylin'. Makes it a bit hard to write, though. And this hat makes me look ready to go on safari and have adventures.

I think I will turn this into a short story. Edensphere Mechanical Safari.

RICHARD CASTLE

[[OOC: The following is added later.]] That's my name, don't wear it out.

Don't everyone come clamoring for my autograph, now. I am trying to stay as humble and down-to-earth as I possibly can.

Oh, and nobody go down to the Wilderness with Charger. Stupid cheese-for-brains ditched me.

Man, these little phone things are great. I now know what my next childrens' book is going to be- "Bernard Guesses Your Weight In Pigs". Or perhaps "Bernard And The Clacks", once I figure out what in the hell a clack is.

...OK, so the concept needs work, but the point is I can't wait to see what other pearls of wisdom and inspiration this has to offer.

Oh, yes, and I look very very fetching in those nice robes you get in the Wilderness. I'm a Ravenclaw!

... place seems kinda familiar, though. Not TOO familiar, just vaguely.

[[OOC: It has been established in Castle canon that Harry Potter is indeed a real series of fiction books, so yeah. XD]]

Tsk, tsk. Man-twin, I am disappoint. You still haven't gotten rid of your kitty ears OR your unicorn.

I tried to rent one for you, by the way, but they ran out. [Added in later.] And by one I mean "a unicorn", of course.

You know, I think Elvis is responsible for all this crap. Let's find him if he stops vanishing into thin air every time you try to get a good look at him.

... but check and see if it's me first, okay? I found a nice rhinestone suit in my closet this morning in place of my normal clothes. Stylish, but doesn't do much to hide my martini gut. I also walked out my bedroom door this morning and right into a barrier of duct tape.

Now that's what I call a sticky situation.

[Yes, Derrick has an opinion on Youth vanishing and on everything else happening, but he's not sharing here. You know him- he jokes to cope when bad things happen.]

Genius. My best buddy, my beloved man-twin, my brother, we need to have a little chat. Just you and me. I'll buy you all the starches you can eat. It's nothing serious, we just need to discuss our [pen taps] home situation.

Being in the happiest place on earth is so exhausting. Run around all day, watch the cocoons all night. Or in some cases, run around all morning, watch the cocoons all afternoon, go out at night and get totally smashed.

I could get used to this.

[Referencing Derrick's mysterious delivery as noted here. Just- pretend the first sentence is changing color as he writes.]

Hey, whoever gave me this nifty quill pen and the ink? You're a peach.

[There's a pause as Derrick grabs a normal pen and switches back to ordinary ink.]

Don't want to waste the stuff, though. And the note you left with it doesn't make much sense. WHAT "coming storm", and how is spiffy color-changing ink going to help me with it? Unless sometime's trying to pull my leg and make me THINK it's about something. Quite a conundrum.

Perhaps I can make a special edition of "Our Friend Nannerpus" with this ink...

Oh, dearie me! I have a bid already, though I'm surprised a war hasn't sprung up over the prospect of a date with yours truly.

But then again, the day is still young.

Don't fight too hard over me, ladies! There's plenty to go around. In fact, I'd be willing to give myself to the top three bidders because I am SUCH a generous man.

So don't forget to bid on me, Derrick! That's D E double-R I C K.

[The following is visible for a few minutes, then blotted out.]

One of the bachelorettes looks familiar to me. REALLY familiar. Hmm...

"It was a dark and stormy night".

No- that's far too cliché.

"It was a glorious and crisp fall afternoon..." We're getting closer. Ah. How about "It was a glorious and crisp fall afternoon when I was suddenly born naked from a cocoon and knowing next to nothing about myself, and I have a brother named Genius"? Now THAT's a hell of a beginning for a story, wouldn't you agree? Especially considering that all of us have the same beginning here.

Hello to Edensphere. You can call me Derrick. I'm ready to begin writing my own new life story here, and I would be happy to hear yours.