Dips quill in the wooden ink pot set at the top of the table, and carefully writes:

Today on the 25th of October 2014, I, Lady Elanor, was at the celebration of Holy Worlds fifth birthday.

Signed,

Lady Elanor

A shadowy figure, almost unrecognizable, phases in and out of appearance as he floats to the book. A sometimes invisible hand pulls the quill out of its pot and begins to write in small letters on the side of a page...

On October the 25th in the year of our Lord 2014, I, the Leprechaun King of this fair land, was almost here.

Suiauthon Mimetes

A sudden small gust of wind picks up and the man bleeds away into the wind. The man's hand is the last to disappear and the quill softly falls from his grasp into the waiting ink pot.

A tall young man with untidy black hair, still glistening wet, garbed in white, hastens distractedly into the room, glancing at his watch, and narrowly avoids tripping over a white rabbit that bounds across his path. He steps up to the table and writes:

Ego, Jonathan (rex-joannes) Lovelace, Poet Chronographusque in Terrae Cycli Candentis, historiae Vaynahimis, Regni Apricitatis, Imperii Candentis Rudisque, et terrae rerumque conexarum, hic in communionem virtualis qui se vocat Mundi Sacri hoc die aniversarii quinti conditii (celebratur) VIII a.d. Kalendae November anno Domini MMXIV.

(I, Jonathan (kingjon) Lovelace, Poet and Chronicler in Earth of the Shine Cycle, history of Vaynaheim, the Sunshine Kingdom, the Shine and Wild Empire, and associated countries and events, was here in the virtual community calling itself Holy Worlds on the day (observed) of the fifth anniversary of its founding, October 25 of the Year of our Lord 2014.)

To that legibly-printed paragraph, the young man adds a nearly indecipherable scrawl that must be his name, then a blob of wax which he marks with a silver seal. He then steps back from the table, again blinking a tear from one eye when he sees the notable absences from the room. And in a flash of light, additional text is automatically appended to the page.

*is lowered from the ceiling on the back of a giant friendly spider*

*signs Jonathan Garner*

Why must we line up?

*drops from the shadowy rafters on a silvery strand of silk, singes my name into the paper with thin, whistling breaths...

:::::::Tsahraf Chahsid Mimetes

...glides back into the dimness between the beams *


(Surprised note: I wrote this before I read Jonathan Garner's post, honestly, I did. Apparently I am the giant friendly spider he is referring to? I did not realize someone had sneaked a ride...
You are quite dexterous and stealthy Mr. Jonathan!)

I wasn't here, but I did poke my nose in momentarily in honor of times past.

A figure clad in silver armor descends from space, burning through the atmosphere and then slows to a stop using rocket-boots, scorching the floor, and then lands softly and saunters to the register.

I. Varon, wander of the celestial marches, star-diver, and warden of the black holes, did take a break from my solemn duty to attend this celebration.

A girl appears, dusting off the cobwebs on her username:

Idril Aravis Mimetes

A young woman appears with dark circles under her eyes and a stack of stack of notes in her arms. Her smile, however, is mostly unchanged. Attempting not to drop her papers, she manages to scrawl a note with one of the waiting pens.

I, Shawn, Glitter Princess within these halls, was here on October 26th, 2014. Well, sort of, and late as per usual...

With that, she collects her stack of papers into its unorderliness and vanishes softly, only a few flecks of glitter and the signature remaining...

*teleports in*

I was there a thousand years ago... when Isildur--

*stops*

Blayne B. Trent

--Juliet

*Fizzle pokes his nose in the window and glances around the room before whispering: "Milly was here..."*

Miss Elizabeth, AKA Faith Blum, Nadia Cilic, and other secret names was here at least in spirit each day of the party, though not necessarily in body.