- Alias
- Journal
- Object
- Leather bound journal
- Identity
- He/him, male
- Time in the Inbetween
- 1,900+ blooms
- Favorite food
- Ramen with eggs
- Favorite drink
- Sparkling lemon water
- Hobbies
- Cleaning, walking through the halls, watching over residents
- Favorite thing to do
- Talk to The House
- Favorite resident
- Me
Journal is one of the oldest residents of The House who has a special connection to it. Nobody really knows why or how, but it has always been like that. He is polite but also slightly scatterbrained, and likes to extend guidance for any newcomers. He tries to make them feel safe even when he's not sure what to say or is confused himself. He always, somehow, appears at the right place at the right time. When you come across him, you're guaranteed to be met with a smile and a wave.
Trivia
- Journal is one of the oldest residents.
- He's usually one of, if not the first object to greet new residents.
- He's rarely seen outside of The House, but will make the trip for holidays.
- The one exception is Summer 28th — even the Lantern Festival, he watches from a window instead.
- He doesn't have the key for his lock, and has never been able to read what's inside of him.
Voice this character
Voice claim: Elijah Wood as Wirt
The voice claim is only a guide — you don't have to sound exactly like them. It's meant to show the character's general mood and tone.
Voice notes
- Soft-spoken, earnest, a little anxious. Medium-young register.
- Rambles and interrupts himself — starts a thought, second-guesses it, corrects a detail, trails off. He's not nervous exactly; his mind just moves faster than his mouth.
- Genuinely kind and welcoming, but in a gentle, fumbling way — not a bubbly one.
- There's a quiet loneliness under his contentment that he's reframed as gratitude. He calls himself lucky a lot.
- Most important: he means everything he says, completely, with no irony. Even the things that sound a little sad to us, he says sincerely.
Audition Lines
TALKING TO A NEW ARRIVAL
The hallway gets longer when you look at it. Most people don't notice that. I've timed it- well, not timed it, I don't have a watch, but I've-- I've counted, with my steps, and you'll go nine steps and look up and you're somewhere you weren't before, and-- (catches himself rambling) anyway. Sorry. Um. Is that your room? It is, look, it's got your name on it. Welcome home, Puppy.
TALKING TO HIMSELF
I think this is the mug that Mirror likes. The one with the chip. I'll set it on the front of the shelf so it's the first one she sees. It's silly. She'd never know. But I'd know.
TALKING TO ANYONE
I don't really go to the Boardwalk. I know everyone says I should. There's nothing wrong with the Boardwalk, I just... I'd rather be here. Even when nobody's home, even when it's just me and the kitchen and the quiet, that's still nicer to me than anywhere else. (softer) I think about that sometimes, how lucky I am. That my favorite place is the place I'm always in.
TALKING TO THE HOUSE
You did the thing with the lamp this morning. The flicker. Twice, then a pause, then once. I know what you mean by that. (small smile in his voice) I love that we have that. Most people don't have a... a sort of private language with their home. I know I'm lucky.