around noon \o/

[secondchances]

I was going to say something about this being--uh, being my two year anniversary, but this whole perpetual darkness thing we have going on is sort of distracting.

Not to mention the sounds. Those aren't very nice. Pretty sure it's not just me.

I'd rather be kicking something's butt than whirling around in the dark every time I think I hear something behind me. I'm going to have a heart attack at this rate. Or have an accidentally-punching-someone-in-the-face attack. On that note, it's not a good idea to approach people from behind right now. Are we actually in mortal danger, or is the castle just trying to be cute since it's Friday the 13th? Boo, let's be spooky and--

[And, as if on cue, there's a gasp as Stephanie gets the distinct feeling that someone's gonna grab her from behind. FOR REALS, THIS TIME. Aaaaand there goes the lamp beside her bed. CRASSSSSHHHH.




A sigh.]

I see how it is, Paradisa. Happy freakin' anniversary to you, too.

005 [Voice/Dictated] Forward-dated to noon.

[youfallback]

[Public but filtered from First Gens, etc etc]

Alright people, we've just lost power. There's no reason to panic. If the power's still out in an hour, I'm going to recommend that we all move to the ballroom to conserve resources. I'll be down there shortly to get things set up if needed.

[And an hour later!]
This is Agent Carolina, calling all floor captains to meet with their floor members and if possible evacuate to the ballroom. This is our shelter-in-place in the case of an emergency. While the power being out isn't an emergency, I'd rather be safe than sorry. Those with fighting experience, I'd like to ask you to defend our shelter-in-place and escort anyone who needs it to and from. Bring blankets if you can, it could get a little cold.

Floor captains are as follows:

( OOC cut for length )

Those without captains: I need someone to step up and take charge. Let's be safe and smart today. If you have questions, you can ask them here or in person; I'll be stationed on the North wall of the ballroom unless I'm out on patrol.

[Peace Patrol and people who've expressed interest]

This also means we can't turn former prisoners away at the door. We can isolate them from the others, but we can't refuse them protection. Maine, formerly known as the Meta, will be guarded by myself.

[Maine]

You're not to leave my side today for a second. We will be in the ballroom along the North wall.

[Noble Six; Noble Five]

Noble Six, I'm asking that you watch and guard two teammates of mine who are under a loss: York and Delta. Noble Five, the same of Washington. I'll be guarding Maine and he's not to be anywhere near AI of any kind.


(ooc: A log is up if anyone's interested in it!)

#6-Candles

[blue_sniper]

[Bucky's not in the ballroom with everybody else, or whoever decided to go to the ballroom. He's actually sitting in the lobby, with a bunch of candles around him. There's a book of matches next to him, too, since there seems to be a magical draft in here. Thanks, Castle. There also seems to be a wished-up bottle of the worst tasting whiskey in the world and a shot glass.]

( [Filtered to his friends] )

(OOC: You probably know if you're Bucky's friend or not. This is also open to anybody who wants to walk by and see him there.)

6th Category - Aquatic Type - Action

[radiantwingedone]

[ All Duke's noticed about this day, before checking the journals - was that it sounded like someone was moving. Or the castle was creaking in a particularly unhealthy way - but listening to the journals indicated that the sun hadn't come up either.

... Not particularly bothering to someone who can't see.

What was starting to get on his nerves was the sounds of being followed. Yes, he couldn't see if someone actually was, but that's not going to stop him from occasionally whirling about as if he could - trying to find with flickers of swirling magic whether something was alive and nearby.

His unease is slowly being shown by the slowly forming sphere of what looks like math equations that circles about him. They're golden-glowing, but rather faint and flickering as he walks toward the library. He doesn't need the light of them, but he can keep up his pretending-to-see, right? ]



((OOC: Duke is feeling like a moving blob of magic again /o/ ))

(no subject)

[heliotroping]

[written]

If anyone needs a quick solar charge, I can generate some sunlight, but it'll only last for a few seconds. I'll be on the roof, so let me know. It'll take all of my energy, so I can only do it once.

[The action is here]

nine ► nobody knows

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[The journal picks up a nice, long yawn-- followed by a belch and a muttered 'scuse me'.

And then--]

Hey... Who turned off the lights?

[He's been MIA for a month due to a loss and that's the best he can come up with.]

Chapter four; dictated

[checklist]

All right, so I can't help but notice that the sun did not rise today. It's a little hard to miss.

See, this is why a world needs to have a Princess to raise the sun every morning. You can't count on it to rise on its own.

....Speeeeaking of which.... Princess Luna, you didn't have anything to do with this, right? I know you're not Nightmare Moon any more, but the eternal night thing is a little familiar. Can't you do something to end it?

[ After asking that, Twilight sighs, then continues. ]

And how is everypony holding up? Rarity? Fluttershy? ...Pinkie?

○ 016 Transmission

[helljumper]

( Filtered to Seventh Floor inhabitants )

( Kallen and Ted )

[And once those filters were out of the way, true to his word, the ODST can be found casually leaning against the wall of the seventh floor hallway. On high alert, given the tension in his posture and the way one hand kept moving towards his pistol whenever he noticed some unknown movement from the corner of his eye or unexplained sound, but in general he appeared outwardly calm.]

(ooc: Open to those on the seventh floor. o/ Both over the journals and actioooon. Which includes just, generally bumping into him on that floor but yes.)

-72- Waiting For The Sun

[luckyvalentine]

[people are freaking out all over, she's heard maybe something about an evacuation, everything just seems wrong today... but Faye's got this totally under control.

Totally.

She's sitting on the front steps because she wants to, and not because being in the dark and spooky castle is freaking her out or anything. Just ignore the impressive pile of cigarette corpses at her feet, and the way she looks just a little bit haggard. Ignore the bandaid on her knee, too.

Today has been going just fine, okay? She's not nervous, and she's certainly not thinking of all the horrific things that tend to happen when Paradisa's sky goes dark and bad vibes fill the air. Not at all.]

Y'know... this no-sun thing really isn't so bad, once you get used to it. [she sounds convincing, doesn't she?] It's a change of pace. It's ...something new.

[she stamps out the nub of her latest cigarette just before the filter starts to burn, and then immediately fumbles to light a new one, because--hey, it's really goddamn dark out here.

...but, of course, now is when her lighter decides not to cooperate. The flick-flick-flick sound travels over the journal, followed closely by a high-strung growl] --Come on!

Backlash [backdated to BEFORE the Eerie Day]

[peacockherald]

[Vaneyl took a deep breath as he stared at the barn door. He had not initially wanted to do this experiment here, thinking that the main doors would have been better considering that those were the ones, according to Yfandes, they first Gated through. But Yfandes insisted that he be doing this in a place she could be near him, since it would be easier to bolster him with a more physical connection, and if something went wrong, she would be immediately within range to offer help. Vanyel could not argue these arguments, and eventually relented to using the barn down as the gate anchor. He noted, with a bit of sourness, one never won an argument with a lady.

All the same, it meant he stared at the barn door, Yfandes behind him wrapped in in the dark blue and silver lined blanket she so liked because it matched many of Vanyel's outfits. Right now, of course, she was not considering that fact - a thing he could tell from the tension in the lines of her and the fact he felt her uneasiness in the back of his mind. He tried to soothe her as best he could as he retreated into himself, beginning the preparations for the spell, ignoring the reminders that he was so sensitive to Gating that is caused him physical pain - and mental. But he shoved it aside, beginning to set up the anchors for the Gate, visualizing where he wanted it to open - Haven, on the Hill, in the Collegium. Home.

He felt it come to life, sucking at the energies he had stored up, felt Yfandes try to feed and buffer him at the same time. His channels sizzled, incensed by the presence of the Gate, of the thing that had helped blast them open in the first place, turn him into what he was. He ignored the pain, everything, feeling the light of the Gate as it began to reach -

And screamed in pain as it suddenly recoiled like a snapped bow string. It slammed into him like that fateful night, everything he had worked for undone and sent back to him with a vengeance. He felt Yfandes trying to shield him from it, but there was little she could do as he collapsed back into the snow, writhing, vaguely hearing the shrill screams of his Companion as she attempted to summon help.]

007 | Dictated

[solar_absorber]

[On any given day it took a lot to get under Apollo's skin. He was too layed back for that; things bounced off him quick. But even he wasn't so layed back that he didn't have a few fears. Like not having sunlight for one. He's been in darkness before, even willingly sometimes, but always with the knowledge that the sun would be there when he needed it. Now...it was just gone. And Apollo has no way to get to it. It's very unsettling, but so far that seems to be the theme of the day.]

So, it's Friday the 13th and castle has a crappy sense of humor and a love for the ironic. Anyone want to make a bet how long this 'no sun' thing will last? Am I the only one worried that this might turn into something...permanent? [Just the thought made his voice a little shaky. What would he do if that happened?]

I hope every is managing okay in the dark. Though I wonder if anyone here is blessed with the ability to see in the dark. That seems like it would be the most useful right now.

( Filtered to Midnighter )

[Dictated] | [Eerie Day!]

[not_the_dreck]

[Dear. Sweet. Lorelei. There has been something tapping against the walls no matter where the hell he goes, and he's getting sick of it. He's not scared or anything -- far from it, actually -- but... he's staying in his room for now, just in case.]

Dreck, if that's you following me around tapping on the walls, knock it off!

Action/Dictated

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson was in the clinic when the power went out, and when he heard the evacuation orders, and as soon as he does, he's standing up immediately, walking out and up the stairs. As he walks, he has his journal out.]

( Filtered to people on Floor Six )

---

[And to the castle in general.]

Anyone requiring medical attention should know that the clinic is still open. Anyone who can't find their way to the clinic should report their last known location to myself or a member of the clinic staff. Someone will be with you as soon as we can.

[This done, Carson finally realises the creepy noises going on, the creaks and groans. He's trying to ignore them, but he's obviously spooked]

((OOC: Open to all who want to come across him on the way to the Sixth floor and the Ballroom.))

Cae-a-Leben

[inafadingcrown]

[Honestly, the return of castle residents with memories has been weighing on Galadriel’s mind for some time. The implications trouble her. What little reassurance they had of returning home had been put into question- what if all were only whisked away to strange worlds, fed false memories, made complacent. The thought was troubling enough on its own, but her heart and mind kept drifting back towards Arwen and the thought of her dear granddaughter kept forever from those she loves…well, it disturbs her to say the least.

She tries, for a time, to set her thoughts to paper under a private filter, or even in a separate notebook. But the growing sense of unease prevents her from articulating them clearly and, eventually, she sets aside her pen and dictates to the castle at large.]

I knew a time darker than this- after the destruction of the Two Trees and ere the creation of the sun and moon. Not since the dawn of the First Age have I seen such a day. [She doesn’t sound too disturbed, however.] Perhaps it is an ill omen, but we may hardly be said to have a shortage of such things, even on the most ordinary of days.

[There’s a thoughtful hum and some idle strumming. Not her usual harp, but rather a lute. She’s sitting out in front of the castle, playing whatever tunes come into her head. Perhaps she’ll even sing. Seems like someone thought music might be a good way to keep the eerie feelings away.]

[ooc:Open over journals or in person.]

(no subject)

[scourgeof8seas]

[Even though Mindfang's sleep schedule has been erratic at best, the lack of sun today has not escaped her notice. Of course, being of a nocturnal species, this does not bother her one bit. She lights a candle and skims through the journal entries, smirking.]

I fail to see why every8ody is so upset over the lack of sun.
Surely you other species are not so weak as to shut down 8ecause of a little darkness.

[As she shifts in her chair, she can hear something scrambling around in one of the darker corners of her room. She frowns, but as a gr8 pir8 captain, she keeps her cool.

For the most part.]

In fact, I 8elieve I shall take a stroll around the castle today to 8ask in the moonlight.

[And with that, she's out the door!]

((ooc: open through journal or hallways!))

14 - fury of the night - action

[forbiddenfriend]

[Along all the other miscellaneous spooky noises and mysterious happenings, there's the sound of soft scratches on the floor. You might move closer, or farther away, but either way, it stops. And then, in the darkness, just out of light's reach, there's a pair of bright yellow eyes. If you come closer, it goes away, before coming back in another spot. If you move away, it seems to follow you.

After some time, the eyes disappear, too, and there's a very eerie silence where it seems the thing haunting you must have left.

And then you turn around, and holy shit it's a dragon.

Actually, there's been a dragon here for the past seven months or so, but it looks like some people will have to find that out the hard way.]

⚡ 005.

[necrologio]

[Around nine in the morning, just as the initial confusion about the lack of a sunrise is setting in, this kid has made himself comfortable in a chair in the lobby, where he's playing a Game Boy and enjoying a healthy breakfast of dry Froot Loops. The journal picks up all of the lovely crunching and electronic beeping from this activity.]

Well, it's a good thing this isn't foreboding at all. No sunrise is always an excellent sign. 

[There's a faint sound, like the skittering of nails on a window pane. Nico reaches up and gives the window next to him a good thump.] 

Knock it off, you're not scaring anybody!

((ooc: open through the journal, or to the lobby!)) 

Syntax Error 06

[wizard_redfive]

[Out of all the spooky things happening today, there is one thing that really bothers Dairine. So her voice has a slight edge to it when she addresses the journal.]

So… it snuffed out the sun. Or at least effectively did. This certainly puts the castle at a new low.

Well, let’s hope it’s temporary. Having the sun go out is not an experience I personally wanted to repeat. Too bad we can’t go off planet and check on it. [Mutter mutter grumble]

Anyway, if anyone needs it, I have a light set up.

[Dairine is heading towards the lobby and ballroom, with a small glowing bluish light floating next to her. She might not look it, but she’s on high alert, just in case the castle decides to stop playing around. Approach with caution.]

((OCC: Open open open! Journal or action. Also, if you’re character got a Christmas gift from Dairine, feel free to comment about it if you want. Because I am lateeee.))

027. [dictated | action]

[foolreversed]

[ooooh this was great. Juuuust great. Adachi had planned to just stay in his bed and sleep all day but now he couldn't find that stupid Shadow the castle gave him anywhere. Peeeeeeeachy. Now he's out looking around the castle for the little bugger, and do you know how hard it is to find a completely black creature in the dark?

He's getting worried though...]

[Filtered away from the Investigation Team kids or anyone they might've talked to about Shadows]

I-If anyone sees a small black creature please let me know. He's kind of like a shapeless blob...? Oh and please don't hurt him! He's just lost... and he'd just fight back if he felt threatened! H-He's a good boy, honest... [well...actually Adachi's not sure of that. But he's reacted well towards people so far...]


[with that out of the way he'll resume his searching in the pitch black darkness, having absolutely NO CLUE that what he's looking for is actually back in his room taking a nap... yep.]

Boy, I hope the sun comes back up soon...

blog one-oh-one

[bro_codebreaker]

[well, Barney WAS going to survive all of this by holing up in the Nines and getting drunk, as he usually does - but he held a weak flashlight up to the bottles of booze and ... well, they all looked a lot less like booze and a lot more like blood.

smelled like it, too.

he turns off the flashlight] Okay, that's not creepy or anything. [turns it back on. nope, still gross blood bottles, no brandy. he turns away - and catches something out of the corner of his eye.

and then the whispering starts.]

Not again...!

[he whirls around to check the windows - and illuminated just behind the stained glass outside is the silhouette in profile of a slightly larger-than-normal, very curvy woman. she opens her mouth, and oh what big teeth she has.

that does it. Barney's dropping the flashlight and BOOKING IT out of the Nines]

TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!

[he might just be running into you, if you're on the 7th floor.]

16

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is prone to extreme paranoia anyway, he didn't need the castle's help in this. He's currently pacing through the halls, muttering in Arcanum under his breath. Oh, and he's glowing. As much as he hates his lyrium markings with all his heart and soul, they are useful in some things. At least his way is lit a little, with a soft blue glow.

He's still thoroughly pissed off with everything, though, as he dictates into the journal]

And to what end will there be in plunging us into darkness? Does it perhaps hope to pick us off one by one, whilst we are vulnerable? [He pauses, listening, he thought he heard some magic going on down that hallways :|]

Maker I hate this blighted hole.

[[ooc: Open or journal]]

Nepeta: Be brave.

[rogueofheart]

[The sounds and shadows in Nepeta's cave room were becoming a bit much, so now she's roaming around the halls with her hands tightly gripping her journal. Just in case. After all, if one of her teammates or friends needs her help, she wants to be ready!

It has nothing to do with her being scared. She's no scaredy cat!

When she speaks, she tries her best to sound confident. She's a fearsome huntress, after all.]

Not having the sun isn't so bad, but some of the other stuff going on is just plain creepy!

If anyone wants some company, I would not mind being that company. I know that some people might be scared, but it's okay! I am sure this will all go away soon. Just let me know! And you can make it private, too, in case you don't want others to know you are scared. . . . .

[Her voice trails off at the end, and her footsteps come to an abrupt halt. Nepeta makes the tiniest noise of uncertainty. DOES ANYONE HEAR THAT? No? It's just her?

Her footsteps pick up the pace.]

Anyone at all! I'm not picky!

[And that's when she hears the creepiest, most frightening sound of all:

HONK.

Aaaaand she shrieks.]

9th Little Hope

[toyhopes]

[Vivi sits on her bed in her dark room, knees pulled to her chest, shivering and talking to herself.]

Come on, I have to be brave. I can't let a little thing like the dark scare me! [She sniffs loudly. Nope, totally not crying. Not at all.] Or the creepy things in the shadows....

[She's silent for a moment then sits up abruptly, almost yelling at the empty air.] I'm not afraid of you!!

[She hops off the bed and boldly pushes open her door then turns back to yell at the shadows.] I'm going adventuring now and you can't stop me!

[ooc:Feel free to reply via the journal or run into her as she bravely wanders through the scary hallways]

31st Seal Unlocked

[shadow_immortal]

 [you know what's fun? Having no sun out so you could go out whenever you wanted. Want to know what's even better than that? Taking a chance to mess with the lot of you when the castle gave him the tools to do so. 

So you may be trying to ignore that creaking noise when it suddenly gets louder. A vase may be knocked over by "something". Who or what just blew in your ear? And there may be a creepy laugh following you wherever you go. But Dainn is a creative shadow, so he'll find a new way to mess with whoever is unlucky enough to come across him. 

So come on Paradisa. Entertain him with your paranoia.]


[ooc: open.]

(no subject)

[caligulas_aquarium]

[So, he'll start off writing...]

this is actually fuckin ridiculous yet in a wway completely an utterly hilarious
youre all just freakin out cause the sun didnt rise an the lights arent wworkin
oh boo hoo our precious ball a lights gone an abandoned us
wwhale tough fuckin luck to evveryone wwho relies on a ball a plasma an magnetic fields so much they cant handle it wwhen it doesnt brighten up their day
im perfectly comfortable in this kinda envvironment thats wwhat they call superior genetic evvolution or somethin

[But wait, what's that noise? It almost sounds like it's nearby. As he speaks, the journal makes sure everyone can hear him.]

Wwhat the fuck is that?

[It's almost like...]

Uh...

[A really familiar sound...]

...

[...dead silence, everyone...]

OH GOD NO!!

[Of course it's all just castle induced paranoia, but he was sure he just heard the sound of a chainsaw revving in the distance. In a panic he's flipped his table, which the journal was sitting on, and shrieked in a pretty high pitched tone of voice.

Also if by some chance you're going to check up on him, he's cowering on the floor. Happy friday the 13th y'all.]

Sixteenth Party

[elementoflol]

[The lights are all out in the castle, only the flickering candlelight to see by... and even they are blowing out as often as they can be relit.

Is that something in the shadows out of the corner of your eye? Did that curtain just move or was it the wind? Was that a sound?

IS SOMETHING FOLLOWING YOU?

...The correct answer is yes, yes they are. Namely, one small pink pony, hiding and behaving quite creepily. Feel free to have your character stalked.]

fifth problem [ dictated ]

[withmymind]

Shadows in the dark. Not a body, just a sound, not really there.

To make us jump. To make us afraid. They want us afraid.

They can't have us.

They're not real.

[ Someone is rather calm ]

27 red letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora is busy in the lobby, today. She's set up a few lanterns to light her way as she leans a couple of tall ladders against pillars and places mirrors in precarious locations. As she works she dictates softly, pausing every so often to look over her shoulder. As much as she tries to ignore it, the noises are starting to get to her.]

Thirteen
Thirteen Mirrors shattered under Thirteen Ladders
a Black Cat pads over the shards, oblivious to the Cracks it steps on
Superstition comes to life in the eyes of the Fearful
meaningless objects given Terrible meanings
meant to Frighten us into Obedience
into Amputating rabbits and Throwing salt
a Ladder is a Ladder
until it's a Vortex of Curses and Misfortune
step beneath and spin the Roulette Wheel of Fate
the choices shattering like so many Mirrors
bringing seven times seven years of Calamity

do you play?
or do you shy away
searching instead for a heads up penny
a four leaf clover to placate your nerves
a band-aid for the fear spreading like mist over the moors

[She opens her mouth to continue but she hears footsteps creeping up behind her. She sees something move in the corner of her eye and yelps as she whirls around to see... nothing... absolutely nothing. She sighs, running a hand through her hair and flopping down onto the closest couch]

I feel like I'm living in a bad horror movie.

((ooc: Backdated to afternoonish. Open over the journals or in the lobby. Those mirrors are just waiting to be knocked over and those ladders are primed for walking under :D))

ACTION

[technohap]

[There's a blinking red light coming towards you out of the darkness. It's very high up and you don't know where it's coming from. Then you see this. A HAP (aka werewolf) wearing an electronic collar with a blinking red light. What will you do?

Henry whines slightly, painfully aware of his current state and his inability to transform into his usual one.]